I woke up with pleasant soreness in my muscles that signaled having had wonderfully enthusiastic s*x the night before. I reached across the bed before I even opened my eyes. The other side was cold and empty. Would he have left without saying goodbye? I sat up. His shirt was in a pile on the floor next to his shoes. I exhaled and hugged the sheets to my body before falling back against the pillows and pulling the sheets over my face.
"Are you still asleep?" Nick's voiced rolled over me just before I heard the pit-pat of Ophelia coming into the room and felt the thump of her jumping up on the bed. When I lowered the sheet, I was face to snout with my usual bedtime companion, who was panting, tailwagging, and starting to whine in that way she did to get me out of bed on the weekends.
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