It was Saturday again before I knew it.
The work week went by fine. William's schedule was the most hectic I had ever seen it, making it almost impossible for us to get some alone time. And the sexual frustration it caused was jarring.
Which was why we agreed to meet up at my place today to let it all out.
Saturday mornings always felt different in New York.
Slower, somehow. Quieter in a way the weekdays never were. The city still moved, of course it did, but it wasn't demanding anything from me yet, and I liked that. I padded barefoot across my apartment, mug of coffee warming my hands, hair still damp from the shower.
For once, there was nowhere I needed to be.
I had cleaned the night before, it was nothing obsessive, just enough to make the place feel lived-in but not chaotic. There was music playing softly from my speaker, something lazy and familiar, the kind of playlist I put on when I wasn't trying to impress anyone.
