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 a

sweaty, I

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

not my sweat, it's

was momentarily at

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

suddenly shot up from the bed, disbelief replacing

tell me

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

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

me for?" York asked,

eyebrow, turning

towards her. "You sleep

my place like a

a cheap

explain

Are you just using me

at the footstool, sending it crashing over with a

She had intended to handle this civilly,

think you deserve special

was taken aback.

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

trembling with

we pretend to be a couple. In private, we're just...friends with benefits. Surely, Mr.