Stefano
I reached for her even before my eyes fully opened but the space where she had been lain all night was empty and cold, the covers on her side pushed down.
Light streamed in through a c***k in the drapes, falling across my face and making me through an arm over my eyes.
For a second I let myself remember the feel of her body as she clenched around me over and over again. The way she had looked at me with her hooded eyes.
She still loved me , I knew she did .
With that thought I swung my legs from the warmth of the bed. Pulling on my boxers I went in search of her.
She was in the kitchen, and the smell of coffee frangranced the air. She wasn’t dressed but she had showered . Her hair was still damp as it fell across the shoulders of her pjs. Making little wet patches.
I stood
