I woke up to the noisy chirping of the birds on top of the tree beside the room window. Rays of the morning sunlight shone through the windows, casting a golden reflection inside the room which was breathtaking, majestic, and beautiful. The sheets beneath me, slick and soft, coiled around me in a passionate embrace as if too reluctant to let go.
I touched beside me and it was cold and empty. Disappointment washed over me.
“He didn’t sleep here,” I muttered.
When he drew close to me last night, our bodies almost touching, I felt something shift in me, like my body desired and longed for him. When I looked into his eyes, I felt something dark, possessive, and dominant, and I also saw tenderness in them, but it only flashed for a while.
“Did he also desire me?”
“Why does it seem like he
