A Week Later
Waking up I see the sun peeking through the curtains of our bedroom. The room is warm and smells of fresh coffee. I roll over to find Theo’s place beside me in bed empty, the imprint of him sleeping still sitting on the bed.
I stretch my arms over my head and an ache on my shoulder causes me to wince. I rub the painful area and flashes of the previous night fill my mind and I smile.
Theo had me up against the wall last night, pinned and completely vulnerable to him. He’s been very intense lately when we have s*x. Almost as if he is coping with his grief and pain with our intimate moments. It doesn’t bother me much, I actually really enjoy it. But I do wish I could take all of his pain and sorrows away. He’s been a little withdrawn. I totally understand though. I remember ho
