Mantis

21. Just friends

In the morning, I opened my eyes and something was wrong. It was even harder to move than yesterday, but that wasn't the point. Something didn't add up.

When I fell asleep, Victor was lying next to me. He was still there now, and I had nothing on but his arms, which I had so fiercely resisted yesterday, yet now they gently embraced me.

It was a strange feeling because I had never woken up in my own room naked and in someone else's arms before. I always slept clothed, and now I had nothing on at all. I hadn't even thought about putting something on when I lay next to the warm Victor at night, and feeling his body so close turned out to be surprisingly pleasant. If I had to repeat it...

– But it won't happen again – said the little voice inside me. – After all, he scored. He got what he wanted, and now he has to leave your life. He won't play with you.

I agreed with the little voice. I couldn't be friends with someone who had put his cock inside my pussy.

I glanced towards the window. The sun was just peeking out from behind the tall buildings I saw every day upon waking, so I had woken up before the alarm. Victor slept like a baby, showing no sign of waking up soon. I, on the other hand, already knew why I had woken up. Besides the annoying, recurring pain in my ribs with every movement, my discomfort was intensified by a strong urge to pee.

I tried to get up to go to the bathroom, but as soon as I slightly changed my body's position, Victor's arms tightened around me, and I groaned in pain and froze.

I lay still for a while, and Victor's grip loosened a bit, but when I tried to move again, his arms wrapped tightly around me once more. I glanced over my shoulder at his peaceful, sleeping face and sighed heavily. Getting out of bed was proving to be harder than I had imagined. I looked at Victor lying next to me once more. I didn't want to wake him, but I didn't really have a choice. Gathering myself, and trying to ignore the annoying pain in my rib area, I began to untangle myself from his embrace.

Victor finally opened his eyes and tightened his arms around me again, and I rolled my eyes, exhaling loudly.

– Where are you going? – he asked in a sleepy voice. – Don't leave me. Come here – he murmured indistinctly, burying his face in my hair, taking a loud breath, then brushed my tousled golden curls to one side and kissed my bare shoulder. It was very ticklish, pleasant, and tender. Even too tender.

– I'm going to the bathroom – I mumbled. – I'll be right back.

Victor finally loosened his grip, and when I sat on the edge of the bed, he collapsed onto the pillows and closed his eyes again.

I put on my favorite kimono with exotic flowers and shuffled to the bathroom. In the mirror, I examined my fresh bruises that had appeared there last evening. Besides them, there was no visible asymmetry in my chest, and I was breathing normally, so nothing should be wrong, but it still hurt, even more than yesterday. Maybe it was worth getting it checked?

When I returned to the room, Victor was standing naked, facing the window, talking on the phone. I glanced up and down his harmoniously built, powerful figure and thought that last night I had been fucked by a very handsome beast, with whom I was completely out of my depth. Maybe it was better that we part ways?

I yawned and began applying makeup with lazy hand movements, giving the task my full attention. Meanwhile, Victor finished his phone conversation and started watching me from the bed.

– You have a lot of scars – he murmured after a while.

I didn't respond immediately. Yes, I had many scars. My entire back was covered in them, I even had one on my face, and he had already touched the one on my chest. In fact, he had probably touched them all last night.