WHERE IS MY GOOD MORNING KISS?

RAIN

I am alone.

The only thing that reminds me of what happened yesterday night is the stickiness between my legs and on my thighs.

I don't even feel pain; something I was expecting this morning.

I sit up, looking around the room, not seeing a sign of him anywhere except for the mess we left.

I opt for a cold shower, to clear my thoughts and ease my numbness.

I am supposed to go shopping today and I dress appropriately. As I eat breakfast, I can't ignore the fear that flickers in my heart.

He is not here, on our first morning after. He didn't leave a note or a message to anyone.

It's a little too close to what I am used to and I don't know how to make of any of this.

There is a knock and someone enters the room. I expect it to be Liam, but Will enters all smiles.

"Expecting someone else?" he chuckles as he sits on the opposite.