It had been a while since Mon moved down to start her Master's. Mr. Adams was back in his hometown working like he always did. He initially thought that Becks was going to move in with him like they talked about before they left the hotel. It turned out that Becks was having her own concerns about the situation as well. As the weeks went on, Becks stayed away. Mr. Adams was looking at the business card that the IT guy gave him after that fight he was in and started thinking about what if. He was a blue-collar guy. He didn't think he would fit in at one of the biggest Fortune 500 It companies providing he had no experience with it. It was at that moment that the doorbell rang.
He rose from his recliner and walked to the door. He had no idea who he was going to see on the other side. It was with a surprise that it was Rebecca. She stood there quietly. Her eyes were sparkly as usual. Her black hair was tied behind her head. She wore a heavy jacket. She looked at him for a moment.
"Hi, may I come in?"
"Of course."
He stepped to the side before she walked in almost broodingly. He closed the door and walked behind her as she went straight for Mon's room. He watched as she undid the jacket and let it drop on the floor before sitting on Mon's bed. She looked around quietly.
"It still feels wrong," she said.
"It's been only a month," he said. "I haven't done anything in here since she left."
She turned towards him, her eyes already filling with tears.
"It's not fair."
He quickly approached her prior to sitting on the bed and wrapping his arms around her. She started to cry, like a little girl crying on her father's shoulder. He stayed there quietly. This was not a horn-dog moment. This was a comforting friend-type moment. There they sat for what seemed like a year just the two of them. It was as this happened that he heard a cellphone ring. It wasn't his.
"Rebecca, is that yours?"
She paused for a moment before she broke his grip and went to her jacket. The way her ass looked in the yoga pants gave him the wrong idea for a moment. She turned after with phone in hand before she answered.
"No. I said no already. Stop calling me!"
She hit the button on her phone before she looked at him. Her eyes were still sparkling.
"I'm sorry," she started. "I need to go."
"Why?" he asked.
It was a single word question. It wasn't a pleading like we're breaking up type of question nor the authoritative type one either. It was a simple one from a guy to a girl. She looked at him and started to melt. She rose from her jacket again before pressing herself against him, her arms surrounding his neck, her face on one side of his before her weight pushed him onto his back and she was on top of him. He paused for a moment unsure where to put his hands. She stayed like that for a few moments before she felt the absence of his hands on her.
"Waist, please," she whispered.
She smiled as his hands touched her hips.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I would have taken you up on your offer before, but I was being a soppy bitch for a bit. I was unsure what I wanted."
"It's okay," he whispered back. "I got you."
Neither of them noticed the way her body was placed on top of his. Somehow, her hips rested above where his cock was sitting straight up. It wasn't until she slid back a little that his tent in his sweatpants rubbed against the gusset of her yoga pants. She stayed there for a moment, having the naughty thoughts run through her head as she had the previous few weeks.
"You got me," she repeated.
A smile crossed her face before she looked at him.
"How long has it been?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Only four weeks," he replied.
"Have you been alone the whole time?"
"Except at work. No one here but me."
She looked at him before pressing her lips against his. She pulled back after a moment.
"That was my ex on the phone. I tried to start with him again. Tried to make it work. He's an asshole."
She kissed him again.
"I wish he was more like you."
