𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗥

𝘌𝘕𝘋 𝘖𝘍 𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘓?

My eyes fluttered opened to the sun peaking in through a gap in the drapes. The realization hit that it was morning and my time with Ruka had come to an end.

She lay beside me her body rising and falling as she breathed softly. She was lying on her stomach with her arms beneath her head looking as peaceful in slumber as a newborn baby. Her hair was in complete disarray and her skin was flawless.

I kissed her lightly on the cheek. It was my goodbye to her. I knew if we had a proper goodbye it would result in us sleeping together again. I watched her as I slid closer to the edge. When she didn't stir, I rolled off the bed. I caught myself before I made too much of an impact.

After grabbing the sheet from underneath her unconscious body to wrap around myself, I crept into the bathroom. It hit me just then that
I didn't have any clothes. They were being cleaned.

Our clothes were picked up late last night and they should be cleaned
by now. I used the phone to call housekeeping.

The friendly voice on the other end informed me that the clothes were in fact cleaned and said she'd deliver them as soon as possible.

While I waited, I crept into the bathroom and brushed my teeth.
Then I ran my fingers through my tangled, coarse hair trying to manage the thick waves.

I tied my hair back into a ponytail, not too long after the door bell sounded.
I wrapped myself in a housecoat and snaked into the front room.

"Thank you," I uttered appreciatively to the woman. Who had brought our clothes cleaned in a garment bag.

I didn't want to stay longer than necessary, so I decided that I would shower at home.

Quickly, I dressed myself then found a pen and a small notepad to write a note. Writing Ruka a note after what transpired between us was laughable but I couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

It was a pleasure spending time with you. I truly appreciate your generosity. Thank you for everything. - Pharita Park

I slinked back into the bedroom to grab my purse, when I noticed that Ruka was no longer in bed. Fuck.

I turned on my heels and there she was. Standing in the front room naked. No pants. No boxers. No housecoat. Nothing.

She acted like wandering around naked was customary for her. It was a hard task not to stare at her length.

I spent the most invigorating and sexually satisfying night of my life with her but I still hadn't gotten used to how well-endowed it was. Not just big, length-wise but width as well.

"You're not wearing pants," I inferred.

"You were going to leave without saying goodbye? Or thanks for the fuck?"
She growled venomously catching me completely off guard.

"I understand that you have to leave. What I don't understand is why you felt you had to sneak out?"

I hesitated. I knew exactly why I was sneaking out I just didn't want her to know my reason. She arched her brow urging me to speak.

"Because I'm afraid we're going"

"Fuck?" she blurted out.

My eyes wander down to her crotch. I wondered why in the hell she wasn't dressed.

"Can you please put some pants on? It's distracting."

She smiled as she slinked closer. "I'm distracting you?"