Marco disappeared again.
In the morning; after we'd had such a long hot night, after he'd made me c*m three times; I couldn't find Marco anywhere. I'd slept so well last night that I didn't know when he'd left my bed. It was the first time I had slept so well since returning from Missouri. Marco improved my sleep quality, sure, but he’s also made sure to “surprise” me with another one of his disappearing acts.
I searched every corner of the house, but he was nowhere to be found. No signs, no clues, nothing. If it weren’t for the red marks and soreness all over my body, I’d think last night’s wild ride was nothing but a vivid dream.
The doorbell rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. I rushed to open it, my heart stupidly hoping it’d be Marco. My smile instantly dropped when it wasn’t him.
