𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟖: 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

Leo's vision swam as darkness crept in from the edges, his body finally succumbing to the relentless waves of pleasure. He felt himself slipping away, his muscles going slack, but Adrian's grip never wavered. The room grew fuzzy around him, the sounds of their passion distant and muffled. With a final, shuddering gasp, Leo's eyes rolled back in his head, and he passed out, his body boneless in Adrian's embrace.

When Leo woke up the next morning, the light from the window painted a soft glow across his disheveled bedroom. He sat up in his bed with a start, his body aching in a way that felt both exquisite and foreign. He scanned the room, searching for any sign of what had transpired the night before, telling himself it was just a vivid, erotic dream brought on by his lonely thoughts. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached for his phone on the bedside table. The sticky note with the smiley face caught his eye, and he picked it up, his heart racing. "Good morning, I'll see you again tonight" it read in Adrian's unmistakable handwriting topped off with the familiar smiley face. The reality of the situation crashed down upon him like a cold shower, his breath hitching in his throat. It hadn't been a dream after all. The evidence was tangible, and the memory was seared into his mind. He tried to convince himself that Adrian wasn't stalking him, that there had to be some logical explanation for his presence in his apartment, but the fear was already taking root. As he processed the events, his confusion grew into a maelstrom of doubt and arousal. What was happening to him? And why, despite his fear, did he feel an undeniable thrill at the thought of seeing Adrian again tonight?

𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥...