The rain had basically quit by the time we left, barely a drizzle, like the storm was as exhausted as we were. My legs felt like they might give out. Thighs sticky, aching, every step a reminder, he’d been inside me twice already and I could still feel the stretch, the heat, the way I’d clenched around him when he came. Harlan walked next to me down that dim hallway. His hand brushed mine once, tentative, then jerked back like he wasn’t allowed. Neither of us said anything until the elevator doors slid shut.
“Home?” he asked again. So quiet.
I shook my head. Heart pounding. “Your place. If… that’s okay.”
He looked at me then, really looked. Eyes searching mine like he was waiting for me to change my mind. Then he just nodded. “It’s okay.”
Cab ride was torture. Not his car, not mine, ju
