TMUW 39: Cake

I couldn't look at Lucas while we were having breakfast at his mini dining table in his condo kitchen.

Even though I was drunk last night, I remembered everything. The memory of waking up in each other's arms added to the mix. I just hoped he didn't know about it because I woke up first.

I tried to glance at him, but I was the first to avert my gaze when I met his eyes, which seemed to be waiting for me to look at him.

"I'm full—full already," I stammered, lowering the utensils I was holding.

I didn't know how to act now after what happened between us.

"I'll be heading back to my condo later. Maybe I won't come here anymore—"

"Is it because of what happened last night?" he interrupted. "Am I bad at sex?"

I hesitated and then blurted out, "No—no," almost shouting, which surprised him.

I swallowed hard and continued, "You're doing just fine. I mean, you don't need someone to take care of you anymore. I'll stop running the case like you want. I'll just be quiet—keep quiet," I adde