The Bar

We laid on the hallway floor, panting. My cheeks burned and I was sweating badly. My legs were soaked from a combination of him and me and I couldn't be happier.

"Well, that was unexpected." He breathes. His fingers graze my stomach and he lays on his side, propping his head on his arm.

"Which part?"

"I didn't expect to f*ck you so soon after you got here. I mean, I wanted to, but I didn't expect it."

I laugh at him and stare up at his ceiling. "Your neighbors probably hate when I come by."

"I wouldn't know. But it's spaced out, so they can deal with one weekend every other month of you moaning out my name."

"I'm talking about all of the banging on the walls."

"Maybe I should upgrade if it bothers you."

I snort. "It doesn't bother me, I'm just worried about your neighbors."

"If they have an issue they can tell me and we can promptly ignore it. I lov