Erisha stood there, unable to believe what she was seeing, a shocked expression on her face.

Treyton Elrod, a very naked Treyton Elrod, in her bed. Her bed.
Damn!

Erisha compelled herself to move, and close her mouth, which she realised was still agape.
She stepped forward, unable to help herself. Before she knew it, she was standing right next to the bed, looking down at him.
This was the first time she had seen him like this, and she couldn't deny it to herself that she liked what she saw.
He was extremely well built, his muscles bulking in all the right places. A tribal design tattoo covered the shoulder and forearm of one hand, which was right now over her pillows.
So sexy!!

Treyton looked at peace, and Erisha didn't feel like disturbing him.
He must be exhausted, for him to fall asleep here..like this..
She pulled the duvet from the foot of the bed, and covered him, her gaze still on him.
A lock of damp hair had fallen over his face, and resisting the urge to move it, Erisha stepped back.
Leaving just a single bedside lamp on, Erisha left the room.

Once out in the lounge, she let out a breath she didn't realise that she had been holding.
She shook her head, and walked over to the kitchen to throw away their coffees. Not feeling very hungry, she put away the food, and went to the lounge.
Pacing a bit, she remembered that she hadn't showered, and gotten all that grime off of her, which she had gained during her journey through the tunnel.
Scrunching her nose, she went back to her room.

Treyton was still sprawled in the same position. Moving quietly to her cupboard, Erisha took out her night clothes, and hurried to the bathroom.
Her muscles wanted to soak in a hot bath, but Erisha knew she might end up sleeping there. So she opted for a shower instead.
The tub and shower curtain were wet, and an image of water running down Treyton's toned body, as he had probably stood here, had her roll her eyes.
Get a life, Erisha!
She rushed through the shower, and was soon dressed in her silk shirt and shorts.
She saw his clothes on the floor, and took them with her to her laundry area.
She put the machine on wash and dry, and went back to her lounge, thoughts of a naked man muddling her mind.
How will I ever sleep in that bed, knowing he was there? Sleeping on my pillow..
Relax! You can always change the sheets..
But how will I remove his image from my head?

The machine beeped, signaling the end of the wash, and Erisha took out his clothes. Taking them hack to her room, she put them on her window seat.
With another glance at Treyton, who was dead to the world, she left her room.

She settled on the couch in her living room, trying to get comfortable. It was a tad difficult, with the thought of the virile, sexy man in her bed right now.
But the day's events had also exhausted her, more than she had realised, and she eventually drifted off to sleep.

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'No! No! Don't leave!'

Erisha's eyes shot open, as she heard shouts. She sat up immediately, a bit disoriented, wondering what had woken her up. She sat and listened for a minute, but hearing nothing, came to the conclusion, that maybe she had had been dreaming.
Lying back down, and pulling the throw from the back of the couch over herself, she snuggled into it to go back to sleep.

'I'll be good! Just don't leave me!'

Treyton!
This time, Erisha shot up, and was off the couch, running towards her room in seconds.
'Treyton! What's..'
She stopped, when she saw that Treyton was asleep.
She walked towards the bed, and observed, that Treyton had thrashed the covers off of himself and was now lying on his back.
Even in this situation, Erisha couldn't help but notice his chest, and the light smattering of hair, which narrowed down to his pelvis, to disappear beyond. Erisha blushed, glad that the towel hadn't dislodged itself from around his hips.
Get a grip, woman! Have you totally lost it?
He was probably talking in his sleep..and here you are having obscene thoughts..

'Please! Don't go, don't leave me!'

Erisha watched, as he turned his head from side to side on the pillow, as if he was in pain.
He's having some sort of nightmare..but I wonder who he's talking about? A girlfriend? A serious girlfriend?

Treyton's hand thrashed out next, and hit hers. She would have moved back, but he suddenly gripped it, and Erisha froze to the spot.
Oh, God! What will he think when he sees me here, ogling him? Please, please, stay asleep..

Her prayer was lost to the heavens, as green eyes suddenly shot open, just as she was trying to pull her hand away.
His gaze focused, and he looked startled.
'You? In my room?'
His hand still held hers, as he looked about.
'This isn't my room..'
He looked confused, before his thought cleared, and he let her hand go.
'Oh, God! I'm sorry! Did I sleep here?'
He flung away what was left of the covers, and began to get out of the bed, his feet now dangling from the bed.
'You should have woken me up..I took a shower..and then..'

'It's okay! Relax! You needed the rest..'
A sleeping naked Treyton was one thing, and an alert, naked Treyton was another matter altogether. He was the sexiest..
Have mercy, God!

Treyton was totally unaware of his naked form, as he made to get up, but couldn't, probably due to weakness.
Erisha quickly put her hands on his shoulders to steady him, and felt as if she had touched an electric wire, so strong was the current that passed between her fingers and his skin.
Her eyes met his, and she saw an unknown emotion flicker in his, his gaze now roaming over her, coming to rest on her silk shorts and shirt.
Erisha immediately removed her hands, and stepped back.
'You are weak, you even missed eating..should I get you..'

'No! I don't think I can eat right now. But I do have to go home..'
He made to get up again.

'Didn't you understand me the first time?'
Erisha's voice came out annoyed now.
'You can't go anywhere..you are not capable of it right now. I'll help you get home in the morning, but for now..please!'

Treyton looked up at the authority in her tone followed by a pleading note, and he nodded.
'Okay..'
The faster I get away from you, the better it would be..
As it is, you look so sexy..with that sleepy look, the tousled hair..
He realised he had never seen her with her hair down, and she looked gorgeous, her tresses halfway down her back, some framing her face.

Erisha bent to pull the duvet back towards him, and he chose that exact moment to put his legs back on the bed, causing one to hit her hip, and jerk forward.
The result was that Erisha toppled over, yelping, as she landed fully onto Treyton's body.
Her body hit his with a thud, causing his breath to whoosh out, as he lifted his arms out to catch her.
They were both stunned for a minute, before the atmosphere changed. And awareness began to creep in.
Their eyes met, and their breathing became rapid.
Treyton looked up at Erisha, her hair cascading over his bare torso, as she put her hands on his chest to balance herself. But the contact was electrifying, and desire flared in his eyes at her touch.
He reached out a hand to move her hair from her face, and Erisha came to.

'I'm sorry! Are you alright? I..'
Erisha became extremely conscious of his naked body beneath hers, and instantly tried lifting herself off of him, but with one arm of his still around her, she couldn't. If more, she felt his grip tighten, as she pushed at his chest, unsuccessfully.
'What are you..let go..'

'I kind of like it this way..'
His voice was raspy, as he twisted a lock of her hair around his finger, and tugged.
Her head came down, her eyes wide at the look in his, her mouth agape.
He tugged a bit more, till their faces were mere inches away from each other's.

As Erisha watched, unable to move a muscle, Treyton framed her face with his hands, and closed what space was left between, taking her lips with his own.
They both groaned, as if they had been thirsting for it.
Erisha willingly opened her mouth, as Treyton sucked at her lips, pushing his tongue inside.
As always, a fire was ignited, as they explored each other's mouth. His tongue pushed at the crevices of her mouth, and she tangled hers with his, kissing till they had to catch their breaths, and couldn't any more.

But Treyton was not satisfied, and he suddenly lifted and rolled her over onto her back. He hovered  above her, his chest not fully touching hers, his palms on the bed beside her, as he looked down at her.
Her hair was now spread about her face on the bed, giving her a soft, vulnerable look, her eyes glazed over, and her lips full from his kiss.
'Schön! Beautiful..'

Erisha was mesmerised by the wanting in his eyes, and a gasp left her lips, as one hand settled on her waist,  and his thumb grazed the underside of her breast. His hand moved further up, his eyes watching her reaction, till his palm cupped her breast fully over the thin silk.
Erisha almost arched, at the sensations he was arousing within her, as his thumb found her nipple, and stroked it till it puckered for him.
'Ohh..'

'I want you..so bad..'
His voice was gruff, and he saw her pupils darken with desire.
His head descended again, and her eyes closed automatically, the feel of his thumb causing the weirdest uproar within her whole being. Instead of her mouth, however, his lips landed on her neck, and she gave out a loud moan, his hot lips and breath fanning her face and hair.
'Yes..'
His voice was a mere whisper now, as his tongue flickered over her warm skin.

'Treyton..I..we..you need to stop..'
Erisha rasped, trying to grab onto the last of her senses, before she lost them completely, but was unable to budge him away.

'Hmm...'
His lips brushed near her clavicle, and his body pressed harder over hers, becoming heavier.

'Treyton..listen to me..'
She was met with silence.
'We shouldn't..'
He stopped kissing her, but didn't reply.
Erisha twisted her neck to look at him, and was astonished to see that he had fallen asleep! Right on top of her!
Oh God! What the hell just happened?
Erisha reddened with embarrassment, and quickly pushed at him, finding it difficult to dislodge what had now become his dead weight.
So much for his wanting me! The irony of this situation..

However, with some twisting and turning, she somehow managed to get him off her. He didn't wake up, the sound of his deep breathing reaching her ears, as she moved out from under him, and scrambled off the bed.
She looked at his sleeping form, now in the middle of her bed, and called herself all sorts of a fool.
How do I end up in these situations? That too, with him..
Her gaze travelled over his naked body again, and she felt like a voyeur, but couldn't stop herself from remembering that just a short time ago, she had been underneath that virile male.
Her eyes stopped at where the towel had ridden low over his hips, only now noticing that it had unknotted, probably from all her pushing and shifting.
Flushing, she threw the duvet over him, and fled her room.

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The smell of coffee roused her from her slumber.

Wondering when she had turned on the machine, Erisha opened her eyes, and saw that morning light filtered through the curtains.
She made to get up, when a cramp in her neck had her groan out loud.
She sat up holding it, cursing herself for having fallen asleep on her couch.
As she did, her thoughts cleared, and all the events of yesterday came rushing back .
Treyton! Oh my God!

She stood up, and stopped. As if she had called his name out loud, she saw the man himself, sitting at her kitchen table, a mug of coffee in his hand.

'Good morning!'
He raised his mug at her, looking completely at ease in her home, as if it was a normal occurrence.

Thank God he's not naked anymore!
Was her first thought, as she saw him dressed in his jeans and t-shirt.
But couldn't help remembering the body beneath the clothes, and flushed.

Treyton, who had been watching the changing emotions on her face, raised his eyebrows in inquiry.
Erisha shook her head, as if to shake away her thoughts.

'Good morning! How are you feeling?'
She walked towards her open kitchen.

'Much better thanks. I'm sorry, I took the liberty of making coffee..'
He pointed to her coffee machine.

'That's okay..just give me a few minutes. I'll freshen up, and make you some breakfast..'

He didn't say anything, just looked at her with a weird look on his face.
Erisha frowned, before she hurried to her room.

Coming back in ten minutes, showered and dressed, she hurried back to the kitchen.
But Treyton was now in her living room, looking at her book shelves.
He turned to look at her, as she came back, dressed in a lavender dress, looking fresh as a flower. His eyes narrowed.

'What do you like to eat? Eggs, bread?'
Erisha opened her refrigerator, as she spoke.
When he didn't reply, she looked beyond the door, to see that he had come to stand in her kitchen. There was a brooding look on his face.
Wondering what had happened in the space of the few minutes she had gone to change, she shut the refrigerator and looked at him with concern.
'What happened? Are you still not feeling well?'

He didnt reply, and lifted a phone, her phone, which she had left on the table by the couch, and shoved it at her. The screen lit up with a touch.

Five missed calls. From David Huber.

'So, when do I expect you to do what your partner wants..before breakfast or after?'

To be continued..