Sleeping With Your Ex Novels & Stories

"Of course, I kept you safe, I care a lot about my partners. And after the night we had, you deserve a breakfast treat." He was talking like we really slept together. It would be a huge blunder if it really happened. My best friend was getting married to my Ex and then I slept with her Ex. Though they dated for only a month or two and he was one of the many Exes of Sarah. I tried to calm down and remember how it felt like when I slept with Harry. I was not feeling anything like that but the mild pains of my body was telling me something else happened with me. "We did not have a hot night as you are implying, Alex. Stop lying."

I get it, it’s creepy, but there no way I can sleep down the hall with her in here. “What are you doing?” She whispers. “I can’t sleep with you in here and me in there,” I confess. “I won’t touch you I just want to be close to you.” “What are you 16?” She asks, turning to look at me. Duke- Yes. Tonight, yes, we are. “Oh, and keeping your exboyfriend on the phone all night is totally normal,” I say, laying next to her and crossing my arms so I don’t grab her.

Should have made me pull back and protect myself. Instead, they felt like coming home. "I know," I said quietly. "And I think... I think I'm starting to love you too." His smile was brilliant. Unguarded. Real. "Yeah?" "Yeah." I pulled him down for another kiss. "But you're still sleeping in here tonight. No more guest room." "Thank God." He rolled to the side, pulling me against his chest. "I can't sleep without you anymore." We lay tangled together, his hand tracing lazy patterns on my back.

She’d gone to the floor because the bed felt too big without him in it. Her hand went down but stiil holding the phone, she stare into the thin air, He took a photo of me in my despair,she thought She raised the phone again, her thunm moved to the next photo There she saw again It was her two years ago. At the kitchen table at 2 a.m. Hair tied up messily. A half-eaten plate of cold rice in front of her. Her eyes were red, but dry now. Exhausted. The look of a woman who had been up all night with a sick child and no one to call.

“Mr. Aly, how dare you?! if you don’t leave me right now, I will report it as sexual harassment!” He smiled at her furious form with disheveled hair, making her resemble the same kitten he saw in his dream. He stirred, still holding Myra in his arms, and moved up on her, startling her, “You came here of your own will; go ahead and report. The apartment here is CCTV monitored, plus legally we are husband and wife." He paused for a few seconds, staring at Myra and pulling her closer to him, “and it’s normal to share a bed."

Every moment came rushing back, the way he touched and handled me only made the tears fall harder. And now she still wanted us to do more!? “No, I’m not doing that again,” I whispered to myself. “Never, not again.” I splashed water on my face repeatedly, trying to calm down. All I could hear her saying from outside was that she didn't mean it ,but I didn’t respond. By the time the sun disappeared and darkness swallowed the day, it was time to leave for the club again. I hadn’t slept well. I hadn’t rested at all. But survival doesn’t care about exhaustion.

The shower doesn’t help and as I stand under the jets of water from the shower head, I can’t help but reach down to pleasure myself to thoughts of my ex wife. When I’m finally out, I spot Alex sleeping in the bed. The same bed I shared with Skylar. I trudge to my side if the bed, which was previously Skylar’s and lay down. I feel Alex cuddle close to me. I try to stop her when she starts kissing down my jaw and rubbing me through my pajamas bottoms.

I’m not underestimating her capacity, but to get there in such a limited time? “Of course you know I’d always give you that look. You didn’t sleep in your room,” he snapped. I needed time and a moment alone to take in all that had just happened. I stared at him before plopping down on the chair. “Yes, I didn’t sleep in my room. As a matter of fact, I slept with my ex-wife,” I dropped the bombshell. “You see, that’s what I’m preventing—you sleeping with… Wait, what?” It suddenly dawned on him what I had just said.

A rebound? “Why would I share a bed with you? Am I in a relationship with you? We aren’t a couple, Zion. Just because we have children doesn’t mean we have to sleep with one another. Yes, I have slept with you five years ago and I’m still reeling from that mistake.” He watched me go inside with a brooding look on his face. I didn’t give in. He should have expected it, since he was the one who had thrown me out of his life! He chose to marry another woman when I was struggling with the pregnancy and his children. “Mom? Are you sleeping with us?” asked Zayden, watching me fit the mattress on the floor of their room.

Bummer. I woke up the next day on a couch that wasn't mine. I looked around and saw pictures of Stefan with his, I believe family. I searched for him and after opening 4 bedrooms, I found him. He was sleeping and lightly snoring. I chuckled. I walked to his bed and got in it and snuggled to him. I love to snuggle. My ex never wanted to snuggle. I'm kind of glad he cheated on me. "This is nice." He said in a sleepy voice.