When the alarm went off at exactly seven thirty, I jumped up to find the other side where Damien had laid before we fell asleep empty. My heart dropped to my stomach, and panic set in.
Oh no, he'd left already.
Without saying goodbye.
The sun was now pouring in through the window, adding to my distress and conviction that he must have reached the airport already. I burrowed into the blankets and wept. It was over. He was gone and it was all my fault. I knew I'd feel this way after what we shared last night and I still let it. My shoulders shook as grief raked through my pores and my heart ached. The soreness in my butt which didn't hurt so much last night in the midst of my s*x induced fog, had increased now.
I yelled when a hand tapped my shoulder, turning around in fright to find Da
