THE NEXT DAY, I see that the other side of my bed is empty. Robert is already sat at the chair behind his desk, sipping a brewed coffee in his mug. A breakfast table is laid on the bed, a plate of omelette, bacon, waffles, rice, and hotdogs. It smells good. A cup of latte is also on the table.
“This looks delicious,” I say to him and he smirks. I have never slept so peaceful since last night, and I guess playing with Robert, enjoying his time, has taken my mind off a lot of things. Work, Janet, John. Especially John.
“Of course,” he grins, taking another sip of coffee. “My Swedish girlfriend is coming to my pad today so you better hurry finishing it or else she’ll think we slept with each other last night.” My cheeks burn red at his statement. I’ve never had any d
