The room was quiet and warm, the soft white lights still glowing low along the walls. Lara lay curled against my side, completely naked except for the faint marks left by her garter straps on her thighs. Her head rested on my chest, one arm draped across my stomach, and one leg thrown over mine like she didn't want even an inch of space between us. My hand moved slowly up and down her bare back, fingers tracing lazy lines along her spine.
"It's your call, Lara," I said gently, looking down at her. "I'm here for the night anyways."
She nuzzled closer, hugging my chest tighter and wrapping her leg even more securely around mine, almost like a kid clinging to a pillow.
"Umm… I don't wanna go home, Ezra," she mumbled against my skin.
I chuckled softly, my hand still stroking her back.
"Haha, then stay here only maybe…"
She tapped her forehead lightly against my chest a couple of times, thinking.
"But my husband might come home from work now," she said, voice small and unsure.
