I rollover onto my side and immediately I’m flooded with confusion. I sit up in the bed. I’m nude in my bed.
I know for a fact that I didn’t fall asleep here. I did that in Sebastian’s bed in his arms after we made love.
He was telling me about his first day on the job as a police officer when his deep voice lulled me to sleep.
It’s morning now.
The sun is pouring in through my windows. My blinds are open. The spot next to me is still smooth and the blanket untouched.
He must have carried me in here at some point.
I was in his bed last night, wasn’t I?
I didn’t dream what happened. I couldn’t have.
I dip my fingers between my legs and wince at the spark of pain when I touch my pussy. It’s swollen and tender.
We were together and now we’re not.
I stand and cross the room to my closet. I tug my short blue silk robe from a hanger and wrap it around me.
The chill in the air bites at my skin as I open the door of my bedroom and peer out. I don’t see or hear anything.
I tread quietly across the apartment to the hallway.
I stand in place staring at the door to Sebastian’s room. It’s ajar.
“Matilda?” His deep voice startles me enough that I jump.
I spin around to face him.
It’s obvious that he’s showered and shaved. He’s dressed in jeans and a blue button-down shirt. The bruising around his nose hasn’t faded at all, but some of the swelling is gone.
“You’re dressed.” I point out the obvious as I tug on the sash of my robe to tighten it. “How did I end up back in my bed?”
His gaze darts to the open door of my bedroom. “I had a nosebleed early this morning. I wanted to get my sheets into the wash, so I carried you to your bed and tucked you in.”
That makes sense.
I notice the keys in his hand. Maya had a washer and dryer installed in the closet at the end of the hallway when she moved in. He didn’t have to leave our place to do his laundry.
“Did you go out?”
He looks down at the keys. “I had to meet someone earlier.”
Someone?That’s vague enough to pique my interest.
I know he has the day off, but I ask because my curiosity is pushing me to. “Was it a work thing?”
His eyes narrow as he weighs his response. “No work talk today. We both have the day off.”
Anxiety bites at me as I weigh his answer. I know his work is shrouded in mystery. It’s not like he can tell me about the cases he’s working on. I get that his job doesn’t fit into the typical nine-to-five box.
“I should shower too.” I change the subject. “When I’m done, we can go to my favorite breakfast place if you’re hungry.”
“Or I can have another taste of you.” He closes the space between us with a few wide strides. “Let me eat you before you shower, Matilda.”
I don’t protest when he pulls on the sash of my robe to loosen it. I only moan in response when he lifts me up and places me down on the sofa. As he kneels on the floor and slides his tongue between my legs, I let the world disappear one more time.
