Eros.
I had seen her get dressed in a rush and then try to leave quietly. Of course, she was going to run. I heard her steps retreating down the hallway, guessing she was going to check on the kids.
I waited a few seconds and heard her footsteps again, now moving towards the living room. I went out immediately and waited, leaning against the door frame that led to the main door.
I could clearly see her legs and her backside. I had last night vividly etched in my mind because it had been perfect, and I was sure she knew it. That's why she was trying to run away. I knew her too well; I knew she was embarrassed for having fallen into my bed again.
Her pride was wounded, and she didn't want to face it, maybe not today.
After she told me she didn't want anything halfway, she left me there
