"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."

back and lie with

sweaty, I

"You don't stink. Your sweat

not my sweat, it's

was momentarily at a

was already back in her clothes, her purse in

shot up from the bed, disbelief replacing the

me you're leaving

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

couldn't

you take me for?" York

an eyebrow, turning back to him slightly

slowly advancing towards her.

place like

like...like a

sighed, trying to explain

what?! Are you just using me for

at the footstool,

had intended to handle this civilly,

think you deserve

taken

have nothing to say. But

with

just...friends with benefits. Surely, Mr.

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