Aysel: Awkwardness

The atmosphere post his rut is awkward. Well, awkward is an understatement. It’s a respite that I have been given a half day. James has been behaving somewhat awkwardly, almost apologetically around me.

Azriel’s words still ring across my mind. I signed that half-ass contract, a sort of NDA form, the moment we resumed office. It made me feel weird when I signed above the dotted lines. I wouldn’t say his words had no impact on me when he uttered them after literally fucking me through the mattress, but I expected no less.

Azriel has gone back to his aloofness, and I am glad he did. It would be more awkward than it already is. The awkwardness lay with me because, after our time together, I don’t know why I felt the need to follow him everywhere. I withdraw my hand if our hands touch accidentally. Although this can’t be possible, I feel his touch searing into my skin. With his mere touch, all the memories flood back and I am left a shuddering mess.

Azriel doesn’t react, but I see the w