I woke to an empty bed, sunlight streaming in through the window blinds. I spread my fingers over the space where Connor had once been.
After the first time, we’d taken a shower together, one where he’d knelt before me and sucked my c**k deep, I came so hard he brought me to my knees. Before dawn, we woke and made love again.
I touched my lips with my fingertips. I could still feel his lips, taste him.
“Connor?”
When he didn’t respond, I swung my legs out of bed, and pulled on a bathrobe. I thought maybe he’d gone to make coffee or something, so I headed out to the kitchen but he wasn’t there. I was the only one in the guesthouse.
I didn’t allow myself to worry yet. Okay, maybe a little. I knew we needed to do some talking. Which I dreaded. I didn’t do serious conversations well. And
