fingers traced up his arms, over the muscles that were beneath his shirt. Her hands pushed into his hair, scratched across his head. Franklin pressed against her harder as she did, his fingers slipping over her hips, pressing into her skin.
As they caught their breath, Franklin pulled back a bit. His eyes traveled over her face, his eyes searching. She wanted to ask him what he was looking for, but she was easily distracted once more as his mouth found her neck. The voice that told her she shouldn’t do this was quickly drowned out by the one that assured her there was nothing to lose. Jane knew that wasn’t true, but she wanted Franklin, the consequences could wait until later.
Jane’s hand wrapped around his when they separated again. She hadn’t made use of her bed in days, but now it was calling her name. After all of the pent up frustration and stress, she needed it more than ever. Franklin walked behind her as she sauntered down the hall, leading him into her bedroom.
***
Sunlight streamed into her bedroom making Jane squint her eyes. There was a faint pounding in her head, a soreness in her legs. She groaned. As she opened her eyes, she noticed her legs were tangled up in the white sheet wrapped around her body. Lifting her head, she saw Franklin. His chest was rising and falling slowly, his hair disheveled.
Jane’s first thought was to yelp. She replayed the events of the night before; the bar, too many drinks, his lips on hers. She buried her face in her hands before running her fingers through her hair. What could she possibly have been thinking? She began to unwind the sheets from around her legs. When she crawled over to the edge of the bed, an arm wrapped around her waist before pulling her back into the bed.
“Where are you going?” Franklin mumbled with his eyes still closed, his arm firmly around her waist.
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled her close to him again. The heat of him pressed up against her skin made her want to relax, go back to sleep. She fought through that urge. She opened her mouth, but closed it again when his fingers slipped through her hair, traced over her shoulder. There was no intent in his touch, just the comforting caress of his skin trailing along hers.
“This is insane,” Jane mumbled against the pillow that her fingers had curled into
“What is?”
“This. We can’t do this.”
Franklin laughed. “Haven’t you learned by now that I pretty much do whatever I want?”
Jane couldn’t help but to grin at this. Still, she wondered what this meant for them now. Franklin almost seemed the type to disappear in the morning, but he was still there. Not only that, but he was affectionate,. She felt his lips against her shoulder blade. Jane never would have guessed that he could be so sweet, but when he was wrapped around her so easily it was hard to deny.
Contrary to everything her brain was worrying her about, she stayed put. His breath slipped across her ear, his deep breathing making her sleepy again. Her eyes began to close when she heard his voice.
“I’m starving.”
“You have to let me up if you want to eat,” she whispered back. “Or I’m going to fall asleep again.”
Almost reluctantly, Franklin let go of her waist. She slipped out of bed slowly as he sat up, stretched. She watched the muscles ripple beneath his skin. Shaking her head, she wandered around her bedroom searching for clothes. Carrying them into the bathroom, she sat them on the counter carefully before she started the shower. The bathroom quickly steamed up. Jane stepped