"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."

and lie

sweaty, I

with adoration. "You

not my

was momentarily at a loss for

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

shot up from the

tell me you're leaving

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

had work tomorrow, and she couldn't exactly go in wearing the

take me for?" York

raised an eyebrow, turning back to

bed, slowly advancing towards

my place

like...like a cheap

to explain

just using me

the footstool, sending it crashing over with a

eyes turned icy. She had intended to handle this civilly,

you deserve special

was taken

you see yourself as a fling, I have nothing to

trembling with anger, his lips

private, we're just...friends with benefits. Surely, Mr. Gibson,

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