"Leda, I've missed you like crazy!"
And with that, York pulled her into a passionate French kiss.
Leda, being no stranger to this, responded in kind.
Truth be told, she had missed him too...
York's hands started to wander underneath her shirt, growing bolder by the minute.
But eventually, Leda stopped him.
"Hmm?" York looked puzzled.
"Not here, let's go home first."
Those words were all it took. York floored the gas pedal, turning a twenty-minute drive into a ten-minute dash.
As soon as the apartment door clicked shut, their eyes met, and they were kissing again.
They tangled their way to the bedroom.
Clothes were scattered everywhere, but neither cared.
An hour later, Leda got up and headed to the bathroom, her every movement exuding a lazy, seductive charm.
York lay back against the headboard, his muscular chest on display. "Where you going?"
"Taking a shower."
"Don't. Come back and lie with me a while longer."
"I'm all sweaty, I stink."
York looked at her with adoration. "You don't stink. Your sweat smells sweet."
Leda chuckled, "That's not my sweat, it's yours."
York was momentarily at a loss for words.
When Leda emerged from the shower, she was already back in her clothes, her purse in hand.
York watched her, something not sitting right. He suddenly shot up from the bed, disbelief replacing the satisfaction on his face.
"Don't tell me you're leaving now?!"
She nodded, matter-of-factly. "Yep."
She had work tomorrow, and she couldn't exactly go in wearing the same outfit.
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