Eric leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, then wandered further, to my nose, before leaving another one on my forehead.
“So stop worrying. It’s all good. If anything, it’s probably my fault.”
I let out a laugh. “You mean it’s your fault I passed out because you’re such a sex god you literally fucked me into oblivion?”
Eric chuckled, but there was pain edged into his features as he leaned in and kissed my temple.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, instead of answering my sarcastic question. “Thirsty?”
I shrugged. “A bit of both? But not enough for either of us to get up.” To prove my point, I flung my arm over his torso and pressed down. If he wanted to, Eric could definitely still get up, but he indulged me, smiling down at me and nodding.
“Okay. If that changes, let me know.”
I nodded, then let my eyes fall shut again. My body still felt heavy, sleep creeping around the edges of my consciousness. It’d be so damn easy to just let myself slide into sleep again. So goddamn easy to just drift away…
The next time I woke up, it was bright outside; the sun peeking through the only half-closed curtains, the sky a mix of blues, pinks, and purples, letting me know it was still pretty early.
Blinking, I turned in my bed, my stomach plummeting as I realized the other side was empty. And fucking cold.
Eric was gone.
I strained my ears, listening for any sounds in my apartment that were out of place, but there was just the whirring sound of the fridge, the gurgling and clanking of the radiator that let me know it was a nice but particularly cold day outside, and the tip-tapping of the toddler living above me.
No Eric.
He’dleft.
I swallowed against the lump in my throat.
He’d fucking left again.
Just like when we’d fucked in the shower.
Just like the day we’d watched movies together.
What the fuck did I have to do to get him to actually stay the night?
I reached for my phone on my nightstand, checking whether he’d at least left me a message, but no. No new messages. Perfect. Just fucking perfect.
After the high of last night, this morning’s low seemed particularly bad, but my bladder didn’t care that all I wanted wasto stay in bed to sulk or wallow in self-pity. Nope. It forced me to get up and head to the bathroom.
When I was done, I headed to my kitchenette. If I was up, I might as well make myself a cup of tea.
I was reaching for the cupboard when I realized there was something on the counter. Lowering my arm, I blinked at the cup and the neatly folded piece of paper sitting on top of it, my name written on it in neat handwriting. I quickly grabbed it, unfolded it, and started reading.
Dear Finn,
I’m sorry I couldn’t stay the night. Unfortunately, I needed to be back home by sunrise, and I didn’t want to wake you up.
There’s a cup of tea already prepared for you. You just need to add hot water (the pot is sitting on the stove, you just need to turn it on).
Also, I ordered breakfast for you. It’s the least I can do after bailing on you again.
I hope you have a great day.
Eric <3
I shook my head, but my traitorous heart skipped a beat.
