Page 202 of By His Play

I drive home on autopilot, wishing things were different, wishing I could go to her place and spend the evening talking and laughing like old times.

And without realizing it, that’s exactly where I end up.

Idling on the side of the road, outside her apartment building, staring up at her windows.

As I sit there, rain begins hitting the windshield.

It gets harder and harder, cutting off my already terrible view of her apartment.

She’s right up there, or at least, I assume she is.

So close, and yet so far.

I need her.

“Fuck it,” I say to myself, pushing my door open before I can think better of it.

I’m soaked before I get even halfway across the street. It should be enough to make me turn back, but it’s not.

I need to see her.

I need to be near her.

Pulling my keys from my pocket, I let myself into her building just like I did the other night.

My heart is in my throat as I ride the elevator to the top floor of the building, and when I lift my hand to push the key into her lock, my hand is trembling.

I should have learned from last time.

She doesn’t want me here.

I should listen to that and respect her wishes. But I’m a selfish asshole, and my need for her is too strong.

Her apartment is silent as I slip inside and quietly close the door behind me.

My heart pounds, but the need rushing through my veins is too strong to ignore.

The large clock in her living room tells me that it’s a little after seven as I move through her apartment.

She’s here; I know she is.

There are signs everywhere. Her keys are sitting on the cabinet in the hallway. There are dirty dishes in the kitchen, an abandoned book on the couch. Her scent fills the air, and so does her presence.

As I close in on the bedroom, I hear something.

Running water.

My heart lurches, and my cock jerks.

As I move closer, her soft voice hits my ears.

She’s singing, but there’s no music.

Pressing my palm against the ajar door, I push it open.

Steam fills the room, cutting off some of my vision. But not enough to stop me from seeing her.

She’s lying in her bathtub surrounded by bubbles, and she’s got AirPods in.

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