Ava
Anger does not even begin to cover the synonyms of emotions that coursed through my veins when I woke up the next morning.
Alone.
Nikolai was nowhere to be found, and after a few disgruntled attempts at reaching for him on his side of the bed, I realised the horrible truth. I'd been abandoned.
His sheets were cold, and I realised he'd probably been gone for hours, maybe even long, before I woke up, and in his place lingered only the faintest trace of cinnamon on the sheets.
A pang of disappointment surged through me, sharp and aching. How could he leave? I wasn't familiar with the terms of one-night stands, but I'm pretty sure leaving your wife in bed after giving her not one, not two, but three mind-blowing orgasms was filed under the cabinet of dickery.
He could've at least w
