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 me

sweaty,

"You don't stink. Your

not my sweat, it's

was momentarily at a loss for

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

He suddenly shot up from the bed, disbelief replacing the

tell me you're leaving

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

and she couldn't exactly go in

for?" York

raised an eyebrow, turning back to

gotten off the bed, slowly advancing towards her. "You sleep with me and

my place like a

a

to explain calmly, "It's not

you just using me for

frustration with a kick at the footstool, sending it

to handle this civilly, but

you deserve

taken aback.

as a fling, I have nothing to say. But I'm

trembling with anger, his

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