"You can shower upstairs." Lee gave me one last look before he headed toward his bedroom. Then he shut the door. I was still hyper-aware that I came in my pants; the wet fabric sticking against me wasn't allowing me to forget, so I needed a moment to gather myself before I lifted my ass off the carpet.
When I finally managed to unlock my knees, get up, and drag myself upstairs, I had a shower. I really long, reflective type of shower. The heat and steam calmed me down somewhat after my brain started working again—very slowly I might aid—when I came back to my senses. Being captivated by pure lust was a strange thing... because afterward, a lot of times, came: what the fuck just happened? Lines that shaped you blurred in the heat of the moment. At that moment I wanted to devour Lee, and nothing else than that came to mind. But now that overpowering rush was gone I was left with so much confusion.
I shouldn't have liked this so much. Probably because I have been fantasizing about an unleashed Lee for an embarrassingly long time. Still, this wasn't me.
Lee had showered too. He in his room, I upstairs. Normally I would be my forceful self and tease him to shower together. But this time it was me who needed a little break. Because damn, Lee was freaky.
But I wouldn't miss the opportunity to confiscate his bed. The right side, obviously. I slid underneath the dark blue covers, wearing only silken nightwear pants I found in the penthouse. The silk felt nice against my skin. I wasn't wearing anything underneath as I had dirtied my underwear, and using Lee's felt weird to do. But the soft fabric feathering over my skin with the slightest move told me this was a good call.
As I made myself comfortable, trapping my pillow in a hug, Lee came around the wooden divider not much later with a towel around his neck. His dark hair was wild from the ruffling of his towel. He was fully dressed, of freaking course, wearing a plain black-on-black tee and shorts. He rounded the bed without saying a word, he only gave me the merest attention by letting his gaze linger on my bare chest that wasn't covered by his sheets, but it was gone in one blink.
I was expecting him to launch at me because I was in his bed, again, but all he said was, "I'm tired," after a beat of silence in the dark. There was a soft rustling of the sheets, then followed up with complete silence.
This wasn't me, repeated once more in my head. Cat catch your tongue? I didn't know what to say. And it was clear Lee wasn't going to initiate a conversation. But what the fuck did I want to talk about after what just happened? Maybe I wasn't expecting words from him. I did expect more though. This showed once again how different we were. I wouldn't have let him sleep if it was my money that got spent.
Unsure, I inched closer. This fucking big bed of his. I could spread myself like a freaking starfish and I still wouldn't reach him. Lee would notice if I closed the gap between us.
Was I this needy to expose myself like that?
I guess so... because I was already on the move. I wormed my way to his side and felt the silken pants wedge its way farther up with every hip thrust to get to Lee. This was why I hated to wear something in bed, I always woke up constricted in fabric.
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