Kayla would awaken with sore thighs and a raspy voice as her cheeks flushed immediately with the thoughts of last night racing through her kind in a quick repetition. The gold dress. The oral s*x. The shared orgasm...It left her breathless in remembrance as she looked at the room around her to take stock in the shrapnel left by these passionate motions. But as she looked around, she did not spy the dress, his boxers, or even a shred of evidence that anyone apart from her current body had even been within this room. Then the fear set throughout her as she came to a startling realization.
He left.
After a night like that, full of passion and met inhibitions willingly exploited, just as she believed they were becoming more than just s*x and into something more like compassion, he abandone
