Chapter 43: I Need to Lick My Wounds and Get Over It

Cami

I slept all night and end up missing breakfast the next morning. Somehow peacefully even though I didn’t have my own change of sheets for the bed. That doesn’t mean I didn’t inspect it thoroughly before I slid under the covers.

It’s 11 a.m. and I’m irritated because Owen’s stupid breakfasts have ruined me for life. My stomach is now used to his offerings. Which reminds me of other things he offered me that I’m missing already.

Before bed sex.

Middle of the night sex.

Early morning sex.

Mid-day-I-need-a-writing-break-sex.

Suddenly I’m part nymphomaniac and I’m jonesing for my fix.

"Jerk," I grumble to the ceiling, kicking off the covers.

I remove my phone from the charger on the nightstand and power it up. Three missed calls. Five texts. Seven Facebook messages. One Instagram message request.

Nothing I’m not used to.

Ignoring the phone, I go to the bathroom and do my business, wash my hands and brush my teeth because I didn’t do it last night and that’s just nasty.