"Uh, what?"
He smirks and his hand starts to lift my shirt again. His fingers lazily trace my nipples leaving me both wet and confused at the same time.
"It's just one of my rules. I don't want to get romantically involved with women and I find there is a lot of emotion in kissing. So, if I limit the kissing to the afterglow of sex then it's easier to walk away."
You see what has happened right here. This, this right here ... the words that exited his mouth is what he's good at. He draws me in, turns me on and then walks away. Except this time he is putting into words what will happen. God damn it! How can I be so fucking stupid? I should have known. Fuck, fuck ... fuck!
I climb off him lowering my shirt as I rise.
"So this is just ... what ... a one-night stand? You're okay with having your way with me now that you don't have to see me at work anymore?"
He's smiling at me ... like a dick.
"No, no, Morgana. I mean, yes we probably won't see each other again at work but we haven't had sex yet. I only do that after sex."
My mouth falls open and my blinking turns wild.
"Oh, so maybe when you are healed you can nail me and then never have to see me again. Is that it?"
He stands and tries to take my hand but I yank it away.
"I think you are making too much of this. I like you. I think you are the sexiest woman I have ever met. But I don't do romance or the boyfriend thing. Let's just enjoy this while it lasts, okay?"
He is just. The. Worst. I hold my hand up to his face to get him to stop talking and shut my eyes taking a deep breath. When I open them again and look at him that's when I see it. I realize what he is, a very lost man. Whatever is going on in his life or happened to him it isn't about me. Yes, he is attracted to me but that isn't enough. I don't just want more; I need it ... from him.
As much as I don't want to admit it, I'm falling for him. Why else would I have jeopardized my entire career for him? He needs to know he can't just have me when he wants and then tell me to go away expecting me to be happy about it.
"You need to leave, Henrik."
He steps toward me and places his hands on my shoulders but I turn my gaze away from him.
"Morgana. Please understand that I am not saying this to hurt you but because I care and respect you. I want to be honest and upfront here. I can't make promises if I know I won't keep them."
My eyes turn back up to his and I see sadness behind his smile.
"Neither can I Henrik. I like you. As much as you piss me off sometimes I have feelings for you. Jesus, I wouldn't have screwed my own job if I didn't care for you. I love the company, but not that much. So, what now? Some sloppy sex to thank me for saving your job and I'm left with nothing. You get to keep going same as usual in a week or so when they call you back to work, while I'm left jobless and no shoulder to cry on? I understand perfectly fine, Henrik. I think you're the one who is confused. Please leave."
I pull away and open the door motioning for him to get going. He walks back into my bedroom and about thirty seconds later emerges with his shoes on. Henrik stops just outside in the hallway and turns to me. He hesitates before speaking
"I'm ... uh ... I'm sorry for everything." Then he turns and that's the last I see of him.
Closing the door I can hear my mouth chuckling at me, "Well, Morgana, I would say I'm sorry but I'm not. But I will admit he is a good kisser."
I roll my eyes, "Why don't you just shut up Mouth. Now is not the time to rub it in. You got what you wanted. Now I'm alone and will be feeding you cake instead of cock."
I can hear my mouth sigh, "Look, Morgana, I was just mad from the years of terrible kissers and pencil dicks you put in me. How about a truce? I'll admit, I don't think I would have minded his cock so I'm a little disappointed I didn't get a taste."
I walk into my bedroom and fall face first on my green duvet covered bed.
"You and me both, Mouth."
I hear footsteps in the doorway. Turning over I see Aria looking around the bedroom.
"Is he still here?"
Bringing my hands to my head and rubbing my eyes with my palms I groan.
"No, he went home. Feel free to walk around naked if you like, no one but us idiots around."
Aria comes to the edge of my bed and I roll toward her.
"Do you know, Morgana, that the flightless winged-"
I hold up my hand and cover her mouth.
"Not now Aria. I know you mean well, but just ... don't. I kind of want to feel like shit right now."
She nods and brings her fingers to my head to massage.
"What happened?"
A small chuckle escapes my lips.
"The same as always. We do a little somethin' somethin' and then he gives me the 'I don't do relationships' talk. You'd love him Aria, right up your alley."
"Yeah, probably but he doesn't have eyes for me. From what I've seen of him I think he is all talk."