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We've found a routine. The coffee shop has become our place again. Sometimes we chat, and it feels like we're just friends again. Other times we study and sit in comfortable silence next to each other. Most of the time, she lets me rest my hand on her bare leg until she can't take it anymore, and we leave in a rush to be closer to each other.
To be alone.
And we end up here. On the roof of my apartment building. Sometimes in broad daylight but mostly after the sun has disappeared beyond the horizon. The moon casting her in its warm glow. The stars twinkling above us.
Tonight I can see my own breath as I pace the length of the roof, waiting for her to arrive. The stars are hidden behind the clouds, and no amount of body heat is going to warm the chill in my bones.
"You were right. It's really cold tonight," I hear her say as the metal door creaks open.
"Can we please go inside?" I can hear the pleading in my voice. I don't want to sound desperate to have her in my bed, because more than anything I just want her in my arms. Still, I know I need to use sex as an excuse to get her inside where we'll both be warm. "I'm not sure if my dick will come out to play in this weather."
Mya lets out a little giggle, a puff of white smoke following.
"Okay, let’s go inside." I'm surprised she gives in that easily, until I notice she's shaking in the knee-high boots she's wearing tonight over her jeans. Those would be a bitch to get off with numb fingers.
"Let me see where Julian is really quick."
Pulling out my phone, I shoot him a text. He replies immediately that he's about to head home. That gives us plenty of time to get inside and take up residency in my room.
"He's headed here now. Let's go in and warm up. I'll make some hot chocolate, and you can cuddle under a thick blanket."
"Deal."
When I reach for her, Mya slides her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. Hers are like icicles as they wrap around my knuckles. As soon as we're inside the apartment, Mya heads toward my bedroom, but I stop her, wrapping my hands around both of hers and blowing warm air on them.
"I didn't realize I was so cold."
"It's only going to get worse. I think we might have to give up the roof until spring."
"And meet where instead? Here? If we play with fire, we'll get burned. Julian will catch onto us in no time. I think he's already suspicious."
"Why do you say that?" Dropping her hands, I turn to fill two mugs with milk, putting them in the microwave to heat them up. When she doesn't answer, I turn back around and she's eying me, her hand on her hip. "What?"
"You told him, didn't you?"
"No. It's none of his business." I've wanted to. On more than one occasion. He's been focused on Piper, though, which has been a great distraction. He hasn't asked about me lately. I haven't been forced to lie. And after Mya leaves at night, and I'm still awake when he gets home, he thinks I'm waiting up to talk to him.
To get details about their relationship.
Not that he gives me many. It's complicated.
"Good. Now," she begins as she pops the top button on her flannel. "I'm going to get comfortable." She pops another button, revealing the swell of her breasts as she takes a step backward. "Feel free to join me."
The microwave beeps.
Mya drops another button, revealing white lace.
I mix the hot chocolate packets in the milk as I watch her slowly, seductively, work the buttons of her shirt until it hangs open. My dick is hard as stone in my jeans. My hands itching to touch her bare skin.
Then I blink, and she disappears into my room.
Grabbing both mugs, I follow, closing and locking the door behind me.
Placing both mugs on my dresser, my eyes find hers. She's laying in my bed in only her bra and panties. I both love and hate that she's started wearing underwear. I hate that they're in the way, but I love that I get to take them off in creative ways. Or not at all sometimes.
Like last night.
She came over while Julian was at work. We were only planning on having a quickie, so instead of getting completely naked, she pulled them to the side and rode me on the couch. The fabric rubbed up and down my shaft, creating its own friction.
