LOGINWe entered through the back door, coming into the house after the whole day outside.The warmth of the house and the familiar smell surrounded me as I stood in the kitchen and felt it close around me again. It felt different after the garden. The house seemed smaller, more contained, and more entirely ours.He closed the door behind us and looked at me standing there.I was warm from the day, with my hair damp from the outdoor shower and the sun. I had no makeup on and was wearing his shirt from this morning.I looked at him. The outdoor version of him was still slightly visible, and he looked looser than usual."Hungry?" he asked.I thought for a moment. "Not really."He nodded and did not move toward the stove.We looked at each other in the kitchen."His room?" I asked."Yeah," he said.We climbed the stairs with his hand in mine.I looked at the specific stair as we passed, and his mouth did the thing.I laughed quietly, and he squeezed my hand.We reached his room and his door, a
The office was chaos from the moment I walked in.Nina was already there, which meant she'd probably been there since early morning, which meant she was in full crisis mode even though nothing had actually gone wrong yet. She just had that particular energy that made everyone around her move faster."The fabric vendor sent the wrong samples," she said before I'd even set my bag down."How wrong?""Wrong enough that we need to call them immediately and figure out if they can fix it or if we're starting from scratch."I set my bag down and pulled out my laptop. "Okay. Let's see what we're working with."The samples were bad. Not unusable, but wrong; the dye lot was off on three pieces, the texture on another was completely different from the specification sheet. It was fixable if the vendor was cooperative. It was a complete restart if they weren't.I compared them against the specification sheet twice, hoping I'd somehow missed something the first time. I hadn't. Tiny differences in co
I woke before my alarm.The room was still dark, that particular quality of pre-dawn where you can't quite tell if night is ending or if the world has just forgotten to turn on the lights. Beside me, he was still asleep, one arm across my waist, his breathing steady and deep.I didn't move.I just lay there and looked at him, committing the specific angle of his face to memory, the way his hair fell across his forehead, the particular peace that came over him when he slept.In three hours I would be in the car.In two days I would be back.For the next seven weeks, I would be doing this over and over.He stirred slightly, pulling me closer in his sleep, and I felt something tighten in my chest. Seven weeks of launches prep. Seven weeks of flying back and forth. Seven weeks of leaving him, coming back, leaving again.I slipped out of bed carefully, easing his arm away without waking him, and went to shower. The water was hot and I stood under it longer than necessary, trying to mentall
"Nina needs," I said over breakfast as I stirred my coffee.He looked up from his phone."The final launch prep is in two days," I said. "I have to leave tomorrow."His eyes stayed on mine for a second. Something shifted across his face before it disappeared."For how long?""Two days. I'll be back the day after tomorrow."He nodded once and looked back at his phone.I watched him. I'd been thinking about this since last night, trying to figure out the right way to tell him.That was it?"Okay," he said.I frowned. "Okay?""It's your launch," he replied, finally looking up. "Of course you have to go."He sounded calm. Too calm.I was the one who already felt the distance. I was the one who had been dreading this conversation.His eyes found mine again, and just like always, he read me before I said anything."I'll still be here when you get back."Something tightened in my chest. "I know."He returned to his phone, and I took another sip of my coffee.The kitchen was warm, filled with
I woke to the sound of the bathroom door clicking shut.For a second I stayed where I was, staring at the ceiling as I gathered myself. His warmth still clung to the sheets, and one of the pillows carried the faint scent of him.Water ran somewhere beyond the door.I rolled onto my back just as it opened again.He stepped out, rubbing a towel through his damp hair, and stopped when he saw me watching him."You're awake.""I think you woke me.""I was trying not to."I smiled."You failed."He crossed the room, climbed back onto the bed without another word, and leaned down to press a slow kiss against my forehead before settling beside me again.He sank down beside me, and pulled me very closer until his face disappeared into my hair again.I waited, thinking he might say something about last night, but he didn't.He didn't have to.He had already said whatever it costs, and that meant more than any conversation we could have had the next morning. I think I would have liked him less i
His hips jerked against my ass as he emptied himself, each pulse accompanied by a low, raw moan against my skin. His fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair. His other hand gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks.He stayed buried to the hilt through every spurt, every twitch, every last tremor, until the final wave faded and he collapsed over my back.We stayed like that for a long moment. His full weight pressed me into the mattress. His dick still inside me, softening slightly, and his cum was already beginning to leak out around his shaft in warm, slow drips.My face was buried in the pillow. His forehead rested against my shoulder blade. Our breathing filled the dark room, harsh, ragged, slowly finding a shared rhythm.Eventually he pulled out. The wet sound was filthy and intimate. Cum and slick dripped from my pussy in a thick, warm trail, running down my thighs and onto the already soaked sheets.He rolled me gently onto m







