I wake up with my arms and legs strewn all over the bed, the duvet and bed sheets twisted up, some thrown on the floor, my pillow squashed into an unidentifiable shape. Last night I had had no sleep, constantly tossing and turning trying to get comfortable because I couldn't fall asleep without a certain male.
Adonis hadn't came to bed.
Although I had messed up our bed, his side was untouched and cold showing that his body hadn't been there. I hadn't fallen asleep before he got home and woken up after he had left as I hoped, no. He hadn't gotten to bed at all.
My heart clenches as I start to think where he could've been, where he could be now - in bed with Antonia is the first thought. I want to be sick at the image that enters my mind but it also makes me want to sob.
I sit up, ensuri
