My eyes struggled to adjust to the sunlight that shone brightly through my open window. I groaned and turned away from the window.
The spot where Dylan slept was empty and I frowned.
I got up and looked around my room, "Where the hell is he?"
A black suitcase by my closet caught my eye. I tilted my head to the side, "Did the stalker leave something here again?"
I sat up on the bed and looked at my reflection in the dresser mirror. My red hair was all over the place and their was a small trail of drool at the side of my dry lips. I looked like a fucking mess.
I quickly wiped the drool from my face as the door opened.
"Oh, you're awake. I was just about to come wake you."
My mouth unconsciously fell open as I stared at him. Dylan seemed to have just finished his shower. My body wash somehow smelled even better on him. His hair was damp and sleeked back on his head, water droplets ran from his fresh face down to his muscular frame.