Leda gave a little nod toward the overturned ottoman at the foot of the bed.
York got the hint immediately and scrambled to set it upright, putting it back in place with a sheepish grin.
"So, does this earn me a bit more time with you? Heh..."
Before she could give a nod of approval, he'd already slid closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her toward the bed.
Five minutes later—
"Leda~"
"What are you doing? Weren't we just lying down for a bit? Why are you unbuttoning my shirt?"
"Shh, don't talk. Let's go for another round."
Leda: "..."
At three in the morning, it started raining outside. York thought she'd stay, but to his surprise—
"Mind if I borrow your car?" Leda asked, fixing her appearance in the mirror. Noticing a faint but noticeable love bite on her neck, she frowned. "Next time, be more careful and don't leave any marks."
York leaned against the headboard, chuckling softly. "Oh? Got someone to explain it to when you get back?"
"Can't you ever just talk straight?"
Mr. Gibson gulped nervously, "No... I mean, when things get heated, leaving a mark is kind of normal, right? Look at my back..."
He turned around, revealing his back covered in scratches, some deep enough to have broken the skin. It did look pretty intense.
Leda coughed lightly, maintaining her poise. "Well… those are on your back. Put a shirt on and no one’s the wiser. This is on my neck. It'll be darker by tomorrow, how am I supposed to face people?"
"Hehe... Well then, just don't. Call in sick, and we can spend the whole day in the apartment!"
"Hah, just because you say so? Dream on!"
York's eyes flickered, "…You're just making stuff up now. I never said that."
"You know exactly what I mean. Now, hand over the car keys."
York fished around the nightstand and tossed her the keys to a BMW.
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