My lover is my boss (LingOrm)

20 - Sleep

Ling's pov

I watched Orm leave work, her figure moving gracefully across the office floor, and something stirred inside me. The day had dragged on, and all I could think about was being with her again. I had slept without her the night before, and it had been one of the most restless nights I'd ever had. The thought of another night without her next to me felt unbearable.

I made a quick decision—I wasn't going to spend tonight alone. I wanted her with me. I needed her with me.

"Baby," I called out, my voice soft yet commanding, just loud enough to make her stop and turn.

Orm looked over her shoulder, her face lighting up with a smile when she saw me. That smile... it had a way of warming something deep inside of me every time. "Hey," she said, her tone light and affectionate as she walked toward me, her movements casual but full of grace.

I stepped forward, reaching out to take her hand. "Wanna come to my place tonight?" I asked, my thumb gently brushing over the back of her hand. It was a simple question, but there was so much more beneath it. I didn't just want to spend time with her—I needed her by my side. I had missed the warmth of her presence.

Orm's smile faltered slightly, but only for a second before she squeezed my hand. "Actually, can we go to mine?" she asked, her eyes soft, full of affection.

I raised an eyebrow, more curious than anything. "Your friend will be there?" I asked, thinking of Becky. Her roommate wasn't a problem, but I wanted Orm all to myself tonight.

"Probably," Orm admitted with a small shrug, then gave me a mischievous grin. "But I'll just say I brought you over for work purposes."

I smirked, leaning in slightly. "Hmm, so you'll let me work on you?"

She playfully smacked my arm, rolling her eyes with an exasperated but amused smile. "Ling," she warned in that soft, chastising tone she always used when I teased her a little too much.

"Fine, fine," I relented, opening the car door for her. "Get in," I said, nodding toward the passenger seat.

She rolled her eyes again, but there was a playful glint in them as she slid into the car. I grinned and walked around to my side, getting in before starting the engine. The hum of the car felt like a perfect backdrop to the tension building between us, the anticipation of the night ahead.

We arrived at her apartment building in no time, the ride filled with easy conversation and stolen glances. Once inside, we took the elevator up, the quiet hum of the machinery the only sound between us. As we reached her floor, the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.

Before we stepped out, I glanced at her. "Can I kiss you before we go in?" I asked, my voice low and a little more serious than before. I wanted that connection, that brief moment before anything else could interrupt us.

Orm didn't hesitate. She pulled me in, closing the small distance between us as our lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. It started slow, but soon the kiss deepened. My hands found her waist, pulling her closer until I could feel the warmth of her body against mine. My tongue gently brushed against hers, and soon enough, I was pushing for dominance in the kiss, savoring the taste of her.

I bit her lower lip lightly, drawing a small gasp from her before we both smiled into the kiss. I was about to kiss her again when the sound of a doorbell echoed through the hallway, breaking the moment. We froze, looking at each other for a second before pulling apart, breathless and grinning.

The door swung open, and there stood Becky, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the two of us standing there.

"Hey, Orm... and Ling?" Becky said, blinking as if she wasn't quite sure what she was seeing.

"Hi," I said shyly, feeling slightly awkward under her gaze. It was strange seeing her in this context, but Orm quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, saving me from any further embarrassment.

"We came to work," Orm said, a touch of sarcasm in her voice as she gave Becky a mock punch on the arm.

Becky raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying the excuse, but she didn't say anything. "Uh-huh," she muttered, her lips twitching into a smirk. "Sure, work."

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, but Orm didn't seem to mind. She simply smiled, her hand still firmly holding mine as she led me toward her bedroom. "Anyway, come on," she said, shooting Becky a playful glance before pulling me along.

Once we were in her room, Orm shut the door behind us. The space felt so distinctly hers—warm, welcoming, with little personal touches scattered around. I glanced around, taking it all in. "Your place is nice," I said, genuinely impressed. It was cozy, much like her personality.

"Thanks," she replied, smiling as she flopped down onto her bed, clearly comfortable. "I live alone, but Becky's here often."

She stretched her arms out toward me, looking up with a soft smile. "Come here, I want hugs."

I couldn't resist that. Smiling, I lay down beside her, wrapping my arms around her as I pulled her close. Orm snuggled into me, resting her head against my chest as her arms curled around my waist. She leaned in to press a gentle kiss against my lips, her touch soft and affectionate.

I closed my eyes, savoring the moment. But as I held her, the exhaustion of the day started to catch up with me. "I'm really tired," I admitted, my voice softer than usual as I brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

Orm looked up at me, her eyes full of understanding. She raised a hand to caress my cheek, her fingers warm against my skin. "Then sleep," she whispered, her voice soothing. "I promise I won't leave. Maybe just to go to the bathroom, but I'll be here when you wake up."

I smiled at her words, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. "Okay," I whispered, tightening my hold around her like she was the only thing keeping me grounded. She felt safe—like home.

As I closed my eyes, the last thing I remembered was her warmth against me, her steady breathing filling the room, lulling me into a deep, peaceful sleep.