Her head is nestled under my chin, the sweet aroma of her hair enthralling me. I carefully disentangle our limbs, rising up from the bed adjusting my growing shaft. I smile at how perpetually hard she makes me. Even as she softly snores with her hair scattered on a pillow, my body responds. I slide on a pair of pajama pants. I walk barefoot against the heated tile to the kitchen to start breakfast. I never realized how lonely I was until Ella invaded my life. She’s blasted through my barricade effortlessly. A lingering feeling of how pathetically vulnerable I’ve become haunts me. Taking out what I need to make a couple omelets, I think about how badly I almost fucked this up last night. Bringing up that massage oil had been careless. I never even considered Ella questioning me about it. The confrontation with Arianna had not gone as well as I had planned it either. Going down there had been necessary to preserve my relationship though. I knew if Ella found out she could possibly leave so I needed to get Arianna out as quickly as possible.
