The room had gone quiet, the only sounds left were our slow breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Lara rested half on top of me, her bare breasts pressed softly against my chest, one leg draped over my thigh. Her stockings were still on—black lace clinging to her legs, garter straps loose now but still hooked around her hips. My arms were wrapped around her back, fingers tracing lazy lines up and down her spine. We were both naked, skin still warm and sticky from everything we'd just done, but neither of us made any move to get up or cover ourselves.
She lifted her head a little, resting her chin on my sternum so she could look at me. Her dark hair fell forward, brushing my shoulder. One finger started drawing slow circles on my chest, right over my heart.
"So… you got a girlfriend?" she asked, voice soft and curious. "Not like you want to tell me."
I let out a small breath through my nose, hand pausing on her back.
