me just as much as I want him. I must be soaking wet against his boxer shorts—my desire tangible.
He runs his hand across my tank top and down towards my breasts. He finds my hard nipple and squeezes it gently. If I don’t have him inside me soon, I’m going to explode. I hear him growl again as I scratch at his back. He traces gentle kisses against my neck and down towards my breasts. “Jake,” I cry, unable to hide how much I want him.
I’m so lost in the moment that it takes me a few seconds to realize that he’s stopped. What’s happened? Going from complete confusion, I’m suddenly jolted in to the here and now. I quickly realize I’m in Jessie’s spare room, and that Michael…
Oh, shit no!
Michael stayed with me.
His heavy breath fans my ear, and his now deflated body is still hovering over me. “Michael, I’m so sorry. I—”
“Don’t, Ana … please.”
He climbs off me, the disappointment screaming from every pore of his body. He sits positioned at the edge of my bed. I start trembling with embarrassment, I’m so mortified.
“Please don’t be upset, Ana.” The thought that he’s trying to comfort me only makes me feel worse. “I thought this was too good to be true. You’re obviously very much in love with Jake. I wish you didn’t love him, but I understand. I also know exactly why Jake’s been such an asshole since you left. If it’s like that with you all the time, no wonder he’s such a jerk. I’ve just caught a glimpse of what he’s missing.”
I know he’s trying to make light of the situation, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling like a complete dickhead.
“I have nightmares a lot of the time. Jake used to be there for me when I had them before. I’m so sorry, I think in my subconscious, I thought—” I stop talking. There’s no point trying to explain. I think I’m only making things worse.
“Look, if it makes you feel any better, we’ll just pretend that this never happened, okay? I probably should have realized what was happening anyway and stopped it myself. You just made it so hard to say no.”
I suddenly want him to stop talking. I feel terrible, and Michael trying to make me feel better is only making it worse.
“I’m going back to the couch now. It’s all forgotten, okay?”
I nod my head as it’s all I can do after my massive blunder. Michael says nothing more as he makes his way out of my room.
Once the door is shut, I heavily fall back onto my bed and sigh aloud. What an absolute numpty I am.
I try to go back to sleep, tossing and turning, but it’s no use. I feel too stupid, and quite frankly, sexually frustrated now that I’ve had a reminder of what sex used to be like. I toss and turn a few more times, willing my body to give in, but it’s not having any of it. I eventually turn over to look at the time and it's almost six. The only thing I can think of to do is go for a run. As soon as my decision is made, I get up and get ready.
I try to be as quiet as I can when I leave so I that I don’t disturb Michael. I put the key in the door and gently pull to lock it on my way out. I get to the lift and press the button. For a brief moment, knowing I’m completely on my own, I wonder if going for a run is a good idea. Not only is Alan out there, I have an arsehole journalist ready to pounce on me. I let out a frustrated breath. Why the hell should I shut myself away? I have every right to leave the apartment whenever I goddamned please and go for a run if I want to.
The lift doors soon open as no one else is around at this time in the morning—only this sexually frustrated embarrassment of a woman. I get in and it makes one floor before it opens again. Who could be out this early? For a brief second, fear crawls up my spine, but the moment the doors open revealing who it is, I smile brightly, my relief immediate.
“Hey, Brian, how are you?” I notice he’s also wearing running gear. Obviously, great minds think alike.
“I’m fine. I guess you’re going running too? Mind if we