"Leda, I've missed you like crazy!"

And with that, York pulled her into a passionate French kiss.

Leda, being no stranger to this, responded in kind.

Truth be told, she had missed him too...

York's hands started to wander underneath her shirt, growing bolder by the minute.

But eventually, Leda stopped him.

"Hmm?" York looked puzzled.

"Not here, let's go home first."

Those words were all it took. York floored the gas pedal, turning a twenty-minute drive into a ten-minute dash.

As soon as the apartment door clicked shut, their eyes met, and they were kissing again.

They tangled their way to the bedroom.

Clothes were scattered everywhere, but neither cared.

An hour later, Leda got up and headed to the bathroom, her every movement exuding a lazy, seductive charm.

York lay back against the headboard, his muscular chest on display. "Where you going?"

"Taking a shower."

Come back and lie with me

all sweaty,

at her with adoration. "You don't stink. Your sweat

"That's not my

was momentarily at a loss for

Leda emerged from the shower, she was already

He suddenly shot up from the bed,

me

She nodded, matter-of-factly. "Yep."

and she couldn't exactly go

for?" York asked,

an eyebrow, turning back to him

the bed, slowly advancing towards her.

my place like a

like...like a

sighed, trying to explain calmly, "It's not

Are you just using me

at the

icy. She had intended to handle this civilly, but some

you deserve

taken aback.

as a fling, I have nothing to say. But I'm not paying for the

with anger,

just...friends with benefits. Surely, Mr. Gibson, with all your

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