Waking up with Leo should be a special moment. A happy moment. At least, the first few moments are. I'm lying on my side, snuggled up against him, and I feel his chest rise at a steady pace at my back. His hand is resting on my hip, I don’t feel the touch in this area, but the sensations of hot and cold, yes. It's different, but it's also delicious in a way.
For a moment, I'm just a girl waking up next to her lover. But the moment I put these words into my head, I realize that this isn’t entirely true. I’m not his girlfriend, I don’t know who I am. But one thing is certain: I'm leaving in a few hours and I'm not going to see him again anytime soon. Maybe never. And within a minute, all the euphoria I felt at the thought of waking up next to him vanished.
I decide to get out of bed. Fortu
