Don't Go

Lily

It was tempting, so tempting, to touch her perfect body that was laid on the couch. I wanted to stroke her hair, kiss her forehead. But we had only just met.

I put the drawing next to the other one on the board in my room, and went and sat next to her on the floor. I slowly brought a hand up and started stroking her hair.

God it was so soft, the waves falling perfectly back onto her shoulder.

Then I couldn't resist. My hand moved lower, right down to her hip. Then back up to her hair. Her body was perfect, her curves were perfect.

She was perfect.

I studied her face and she opened her eyes.

I pulled back my hand and we just stared at each other. I eventually broke the gaze and got up. I offered that she can stay over, in my bed, borrow my clothes, and use the en suite. I left the room and got a shirt, and I couldn't decide whether she wanted trousers or shorts. So I got both.

After she had put them on, I came back in. She was stood there in my clothes which fitted her better than me and she looked...hot.

Gingerly, I walked over to her and brought her face up to look at me. Then it happened. We were kissing and it was incredible. Her hands and lips were so soft. I was tempted to go one step further, but managed to pull myself away.

I lead her into my room and kissed her goodnight in my bed.

I shut the door and sat on the couch. I decided to do a little bit of research about her. 4 million results for Ashley Witherfield. Great. But I would go through all of them if I had to.

The first link was one to a facebook account. And sure enough, it was hers. Her last update was Sunday which said

"New client on Tuesday, can't wait!!"

Obviously meaning me.

I was glancing over her page when one of her pictures caught my eye. It was a selfie of her wearing her work outfit with the caption "Just got back from a night out. And what a night it was-Saturday 10:28pm"

Did she mean that in a good way? Although I'm not too bothered because she is here now.

I click on a link further down. An old Instagram. Her old Instagram. Her last update was years and years ago. She was standing in a beautiful navy blue dress with her arms around a girl. Smiling into a kiss. Prom? Lesbian? Taken? "Great night, love you Millie xx"

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It was 7:00 am and I looked around the kitchen for food. I wrote a note telling her I would be back later and slipped it under my bedroom door.

I left the house feeling great. The best I had felt in a while. The shops had only just opened, so it was easier to move around. I grabbed lots of food off the shelves and threw them into a trolley. I went to a till and paid for the items and headed towards my car.

I needed to do one more thing...