CATALINA
I stretched lazily and yawned as I woke up from sleep. A very beautiful sleep, I must say.
The memories of my hot, steamy night with Miguel came flooding back and I felt my blood rising, my cheeks reddening. I stretched my hand to touch him, but my hands met an empty bed. My eyes shot open immediately, he really wasn't there. We just shared something special and he couldn't wait to leave the next morning.
Maybe it was only special to me, this sort of thing happened all the time with Miguel, so he wouldn't think much of it, right? Just another night with another girl….his slave, as he liked to call me.
I took a quick shower and went downstairs to fix myself something to eat. My eyes continuously scanned my surroundings for Miguel. Why was I looking for him? I definitely didn't
