"God, only you know how to please me." Scara breathed out, letting go of your wrists that he had pinned above your head. He got off the bed and started picking his clothes up from the floor. Before you could gather your thoughts after the intense hour you both shared, he was ready to leave. Of course, as always. After all, you were nothing but bed buddies. That's what he called it. "Tomorrow, same time?" He flashed a smile, his hand resting on the door handle.