Just One Orgasm!

The kitchen still smelled faintly of cinnamon. There were two empty mugs on the coffee table.

A plate sat between the cushions with the last few crumbs from the cinnamon rolls.

Christian had one arm stretched across the back of the couch, with his head tilted against it as something played on the television.

His phone rested loosely in his hand.

Every few minutes, he glanced at the clock.

Kylie had gone to Emilia’s a little over an hour ago.

She had told him she wouldn’t be long. Something about dropping off the cinnamon rolls.

However, it’s been five hours already, and a little last nine pm.

Now he was waiting for her to come back. He didn’t know why.

Christian glanced toward the door. Still there was nothing.

He looked at his phone, and there was no message from her.

He wasn’t worried.

Kylie was with Emilia. He didn’t realize how much he’d started looking forward to pissing her off playfully.

The sound of keys turning in the lock pulled him from his thoughts.

Christian straightened.

Finally.

He smiled. He stood from the couch. "Kylie, I was beginning to think—"

The door opened, and she walked inside.

Christian’s smile remained for half a second. Then he saw the man behind her.

Everything inside him stopped. Nothing in his face shattered, but his world went into a complete, silent pause.

Kylie stepped inside first. She was saying something over her shoulder. "Just leave your shoes there."

The man nodded.

He was tall, dark-haired, well dressed, and comfortable enough to follow her into the apartment without hesitation.

Christian’s eyes moved from him to Kylie.

Kylie looked up. Their eyes met, and she stopped. Suprise flashed through her eyes. She had not expected him to be waiting for her by the door.

The air changed.

She felt it immediately.

Christian didn’t say anything. He simply stood there. His face was unreadable.

But Kylie knew him well enough now to recognize the difference between his normal stillness and this.

His gaze dropped briefly, then returned to hers.

For the first time since she’d known him, she didn’t know what he was thinking.

The man glanced between them. "Everything okay?"

Kylie swallowed. "Yeah."

Her voice sounded strange to her own ears.

Christian finally moved. He went to the couch, bent down and picked up the black shirt he’d left draped over the armchair.

He pulled it over his head, straightened it, and ran one hand through his hair. Then picked up his phone from the couch.

Kylie watched him. "Christian..."

He looked at her.

She didn’t know what she wanted to say. She hadn’t expected this. She hadn’t expected him to be there. She had expected him to be at his corner of the house.

Far away from her bedroom.

She hadn’t expected to feel.... Something.

She couldn’t name it. The man beside her shifted slightly.

Christian eyes flicked toward him, then back to Kylie. He nodded once. "Have a good time."

The words were calm, and almost polite.

Kylie stared at him. "What?"

He gave her a small smile. "Have a good time."

Christian walked toward the door.

Kylie moved instinctively. "Christian."

He stopped. He didn’t turn immediately. For a second, his hand rested on the doorknob. He looked over his shoulder, and their eyes met again.

He opened the door.

As he walked past her, his shoulder brushed hers. It was just a light touch, but Kylie felt it.

She felt the warmth of him. The faint scent of his cologne. The familiar weight of his presence, and then he was gone.

The door closed behind him.

Kylie remained still.

Her eyes stayed on the door.

The man behind her spoke. "Kylie?"

She didn’t answer. She stared at the closed door. She swallowed.

"Kylie?"

She finally turned. "Yeah."

The man smiled. "You okay?"

She nodded. "I’m fine."

Christian walked down the hallway.

His footsteps were steady. He walked out of her building, and only then did he let his shoulders drop slightly.

He stared at his reflection in the mirrored wall.

For a moment, he didn’t recognize himself. He looked exactly the same. Calm, collected, and almost bored.

But his chest felt wrong.

He swallowed.

He looked down at his hands.

He had spent the last two days pretending he could simply exist beside Kylie without wanting anything from her.

He had believed himself. Until he saw another man walking into her apartment. And suddenly every lie he’d told himself became obvious.

Christian walked toward the parking lot. He sighed under his breath.

His expression remained composed.

A man passed him. "Good evening."

Christian nodded. "Evening."

He reached his car, unlocked it, got inside, and closed the door.

He sat there in silence with his hands on the steering wheel. He didn’t start the engine. He stared through the windshield.

His jaw tightened. He exhaled slowly. He could hear his own heartbeat. It annoyed him, and he had no right.

Kylie wasn’t his girlfriend. She hadn’t promised him anything. She hadn’t lied to him. She hadn’t cheated.

She hadn’t broken a rule. There was no rule.

Christian leaned his head back against the seat. He closed his eyes, and then he saw her face.

Christian started the car, and then he drove.

....

Upstairs, Kylie still hadn’t moved.

The man looked at her. "Did I do something?"

She blinked. "What?"

"You’ve been staring at the door for like a minute."

Kylie looked toward it. "Oh." She forced a smile. "Sorry."

He stepped closer.

Kylie instinctively moved back.

He frowned slightly. "Everything okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

She couldn’t explain it. She didn’t even understand it herself. She looked at the counter.

She remembered Christian baking. The way they argued about the flour. The way he’d chased her around the kitchen.

The way he’d laughed when she couldn’t breathe. The way his fingers had brushed her cheek. The way she’d kissed him.

She swallowed. She had brought this man home because that was what she did. It wasn’t unusual.

It wasn’t supposed to be complicated.

But now, she looked at the closed door again.

She didn’t know when it had happened. She didn’t know when Christian had become different.

The man touched her arm. "Kylie?"

She glared at him. "Don’t touch me."

The man blinked.

"Sorry." she forced an apology. "I’m tired. You should leave."

The man frowned. "Already?"

"Yeah."

He nodded. "Okay." He picked up his shoes.

Kylie watched him walk toward the door.

He stopped. "Call me."

She nodded. "I will." she lied between her teeth.

He left.

The door closed, and Kylie stood there alone.

She walked toward the couch. Her eyes fell on the cushion where Christian had been sitting.

She sat down. Her fingers touched the fabric.

"What am I doing?" She leaned back. Her head fell against the cushion, and she closed her eyes.

Yesterday, Christian had been here. Today, she’d brought someone else into the same apartment.

Kylie covered her face with both hands.

"Oh, no."