My eyes adjusted to the faintly dark room. I took in my surroundings carefully and my heart stopped when everything came crashing back.
'He didn't take you out. You fucking slept on his bed' My inner voice beamed but there were also several question flooding through my mind. Nothing has ever come close to the way he made love to me.
It felt alien, it didn't feel like plain fucking. Words couldn't explain how I was feeling as I sat on his bed fully naked- still trying to piece everything together.
"Why?"
I was about to get up when his front door opened and in he came. He looked drained and angry but I was too ecstatic to cower away. I smiled brightly at him hoping to cheer him up but he diverted his gaze and walked directly into his bathroom with a brown envelope in his hand which caused me to frown.