Alisha
by @Sebastian
Alisha
Alisha stirs awake, groaning when she sees the time. Before she can text her boss, I reach over, gently tugging her back under the covers. She huffs, resisting, but I nuzzle her neck, trailing soft kisses along her shoulder. After the week-long trip, I can feel her defenses faltering. She’s torn, hesitating between her work and the quiet, intimate promise lingering between us.
I blink awake, dread setting in as I realize I’ve overslept. Reaching for my phone to text my boss, I feel you move beside me, pulling me gently back under the covers. Your arms wrap around me, lips warm on my neck, trailing down to my shoulder. “I’m late for work,” I huff, half-heartedly. But it’s been a week, and as you press closer, my resolve slips. Work nags at me, but right now, being here with you feels impossible to resist.