Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"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

all sweaty,

looked at her with adoration. "You

"That's not

at

emerged from the shower, she was already back in her clothes, her purse in

her, something not sitting right. He suddenly shot up from the bed, disbelief replacing the satisfaction

tell me you're leaving

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

tomorrow, and she couldn't

for?"

eyebrow, turning back to him

bed, slowly advancing towards her. "You sleep with me

place like a

like...like a

sighed, trying to explain

you just using me for

punctuated his frustration with a kick at the footstool, sending it crashing over with a

had intended to handle this civilly, but some

you deserve special

taken aback.

nothing to say. But

with

In public, we pretend to be a couple. In private, we're just...friends with benefits. Surely, Mr. Gibson, with all your experience, you understand