“You’re worth being murdered over.”
Her mouth parts in surprise.
“I’ll call you when I get off.”
“When is that?”
“11.”
She gives me a bashful smile as she pulls away from me, turning around and walking over to her desk in the living room, pulling open the drawer and walking back over.
Tilting my head, confused as she reaches out, but trusting her. Opening my hand and feeling the cool metal as she lays it in my palm.
“Just come over when you’re done.” Glancing down, I see the key and have to force the smile to stay off my face.
“Are you sure?” I ask, holding up the key between my fingers.
“Well, only if you want.”
Leaning back into her, I press my lips hard against hers again, slipping the key into my pocket.
“I want.” I whisper to her, pulling away and sighing. Knowing I’m already going to be late, but all of this is worth it. “I wish I didn’t have to go, but I’m already late.”
Nodding her head, she backs away, just looking at me again, a smirk spreading. “You know, I was right last night.”
“About what?” I ask her, tilting my head.
“You in that uniform... I get why I was so adamant about taking your pants off.”
“Oh, this is a bad idea.” I laugh as I reach over and open the door.
“Terrible idea.” She laughs along.
“I’ll see you tonight.” Whispering to her before the door shuts completely and I can hear her twisting the lock.
It’s not until the door’s shut and I look around do I realize I’m standing in uniform outside her apartment, in broad daylight.
* * *
I’m in a haze as I walk through the doors to the station. The entire shift I haven’t been able to get the image of Drew as I was leaving her apartment out of my head, or fingering the key in my pocket. Or to be completely honest, the way she looked with my cum on her face.
“Eli!”is shouted, causing me to turn around and look at Collins as he runs up, nodding. I’m expecting him to say something, anything else, but he doesn’t.
I don’t respond to him. I just continue to look. I’m sure my irritation at him interrupting my thoughts wears on my face.
“What’s wrong?” he laughs, shaking his head. “I figured you’d be in a better mood considering last night.”
“Man, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I went home. That’s it.”
“Sure,” he laughs as we both walk into the locker room.
There’s a buzz in the air as we make our way, whispers all around, and for a moment, I worry that someone saw. That someone knows what happened.
“I’m sure no one knows.” He whispers to me, causing me to shoot a glare in his direction, and he laughs.
“What a lucky bastard.” Matthews grumbles out.
“Who?”
