Page 17 of Want You

I wasn’t done with you.

You were passed out.

Power nap.

She locked her phone and plugged it in, leaving it on the kitchen counter before running to her bathroom, stripping her clothes as she went and jumping in a scalding hot shower, washing the night from her body. But when she reached to wash between her legs, she felt him still, his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Part of her wished she was still there, wished it was his hand between her legs, whispering what a good girl she was for taking him so fucking well.

She made herself come in the shower, with his name on her lips, his taste still on her tongue, shivers spreading deliciously across her skin as her heart raced and she slumped against the tile wall.

The guilt hit when she climbed into bed, pulled out her laptop, and opened her browser. It was still on the MeetUp message tab from eight days earlier. Her last two messages to Blaze sitting there unanswered, and she couldn’t help herself as she scrolled to the top of the box. He’d messaged for the first time almost a month ago to the day.

BLAZE94

If you could meet three people dead or alive, who would they be?

It was so different than the usual bland “Hey” or incredibly forward “I bet that mouth would look good around my cock” messages she was used to.

LAWGIRL

Ruth Bader Ginsberg, Amelia Earhart and Meryl Streep. You?

BLAZE94

Alan Turing, Sydney Crosby and John McCrae.

LAWGIRL

McCrae as in the In Flanders Fields guy?

BLAZE94

The very one!

LAWGIRL

I don’t think I’ve ever heard his name outside of Remembrance Day.

BLAZE94

I’m very unique.

LAWGIRL

What else makes you unique?

BLAZE94

I’ve been on this site for a year and you’re the first woman I’ve messaged. And I sent the uncoolest one possible.

LAWGIRL

Hardly uncool, I’m just relieved you didn’t solicit me.

BLAZE94

I’ve heard that happens quite a bit from my sister. I didn’t want to be that guy.

I don’t want to be that guy.