I wake from my sleep to the sound of movement. I lift my heavy eyelids to see Everett getting dressed. His flight is leaving early this morning and I am dreading saying goodbye. I watch him as he pulls on his jacket and reminisce about our night together. Everything about it was amazing: the food, the atmosphere and of course our bedroom activities once we got home. I can already feel that my body is sore, but I can't complain.
"Morning." I groan.
"You're awake. I didn't want to disturb you."
"You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?"
"No, but I have another thirty minutes before I have to leave."
He comes to sit on the bed and I sit up to face him. He kisses my forehead and I lean into his touch. I will miss that, I will miss everything about him while he is
