She so seldom came home. This really was a one-time thing.
Yet, of all the times to give in to her biological urges towards her old friend, this was by far the most inappropriate.
She got up off the bed, gathering her clothes back up, as he stirred behind her. “That was amazing. When do we get to do it again?”
“I told you, this was a one-time thing. This can’t happen again.”
“Why not?” he whined.
“I have a funeral to go to in half an hour. Besides, I told you why.”
“See you next time you’re in town, then.”
She smirked despite herself. There was nothing wrong with a little afternoon delight occasionally…