I rolled over in bed, my hands searching the covers for him, but there was nothing, not even lingering warmth left where he was supposed to be. My mood soured when I found him gone and the discovery of a letter was not enough to change that.
“Sorry Kitten, I didn’t want to wake you.
I have something urgent to tend to but I will be back as soon as I can.
Damian”
I flung the covers to the side before getting out of bed in a huff. This was the first morning after we had finally had s*x, and he had abandoned me. Was it my fault? Did he lose interest the moment he had gotten what he wanted? I decided to leave our clothes on the floor, strewn like confetti. I didn’t want to dwell on why he didn’t wake me, why he left me when I still felt so unsure of where we were in our relationship.
