Emma
The next morning, I woke to find a note on the pillow beside me in Gavin’s untidy scrawl.
Had to go. Press conference this morning. Last night was amazing.
— G
It read more like a memo than a love note, but I still clutched it to my chest and rolled over, thinking again of the night before. I’d been unsure at first what exactly he was asking for, but the second we entered my bedroom and his rough voice was commanding me, it was like the whole world melted away and I was all his to mold and shape and please.
And God, had he pleased me.
A little thrill shot down my spine and I shifted in bed, slightly sore, but happier than I’d been in a long time.
Maybe when his conference was over, he’d come back and we could continue where we left off.
Gavin had said he wanted more, but then,
