Her breathing shifts and I know she’s awake.
I keep my body relaxed against hers. I don’t want to make her feel weird by giving away that I’ve been lying here, watching her sleep, for the last thirty minutes.
She nuzzles her face against the pillow, and I wonder if she might just fall right back asleep.
But then her whole body does some sort of shimmy. And her ass wiggles against the hard-on I’ve had since waking.
I look over the top of her head, focusing on the wall and forcing myself to stay relaxed.
When she finally notices my cock pressed into her, Cassandra stiffens.
Slowly, she starts to climb out of bed, like she’s trying to be sneaky or not wake me, but she accidentally pulls the blanket off my shoulders. Then she bumps the bed frame, shaking it.
She hunches her shoulders as she tiptoes out of the room.
My eyes are open, my head is turned toward her, but she doesn’t look back.
She must step on every squeaky floorboard in the house on her way to the front door, only to make more noise gathering her picnic basket.
Shaking my head, I wait until I hear the front door open and close before I climb out of bed and follow her steps.
I don’t know why she snuck out.
And I don’t know how she could possibly think she was being quiet. Her exit could’ve woken me from a coma.
But whatever her reasons, I need to let her leave.
It’s for the best.
