Breaking Up

Christopher

I woke up with a start when I heard a door close. It had not closed—it had been slammed. I lifted my head from the pillow. Leila was still asleep. I took a second to admire how beautiful she looked while she slept. I noticed a bit of whisker burn on her cheek and couldn’t help but smile. I had a feeling her inner thighs would also be sporting the same redness. Any chance of having a little morning action was stolen away with the slamming of the front door.

I could hear stuff being slammed and tossed around and knew there was no way I was going to being able to ignore it. I quickly extracted my arm from under Leila and quietly got out of bed without jostling her. I pulled on some sweats and walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind me. I didn’t want Olin to find Leila in my bed. That was not the way I envisioned their first meeting.

I headed downstairs, pausing about halfway down. I assumed it was Olin, but I couldn’t say for sure. I hoped a burglar would be s