7
Lena.
I woke up alone.
His bed was still warm, the sheets crumpled beside me, the scent of him thick in the air. I reached across the mattress anyway, hand grazing the empty space where he’d been just hours ago. It was stupid, I know. But I did it anyway.
I stayed there for a while, lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell had just happened.
I’d wanted him. For weeks. Hell, maybe longer. And last night… it happened. Finally. Completely.
Except now it felt like it was already unraveling.
The clock read 9:47 AM. I could hear movement downstairs of faint clinks, footsteps, the familiar opening and closing of the fridge. So he hadn’t gone far. Just… gone from me.
I debated staying upstairs and hiding out all day like a coward, but I’d never been good at pret
