Sunlight streams through the window when my eyelids open.
I squint against the brightness, cocooned in the warm blankets. Memories of last night wash over me.
I heard Daltyn moaning my name.
Stretching my arms overhead, I stare at the ceiling.
He was in the shower, moaning my name.
Holy shit.
I have no idea what to do with this.
How to act.
What to think.
I lie there for a few more minutes before my stomach lets out a loud growl.
I sit up and strap on the boot.
Just act natural,I tell myself as I slip inside the restroom.
It’ll be fine,I think as I brush my teeth.
I rinse and then head out to the kitchen, expecting to see Daltyn lurking around.
But the kitchen is empty.
So is the living room.
A Post-it note on the counter catches my attention.
P,
Went for a run. Be back later.
D
I shouldn’t feel this disappointed, especially after worrying about how he'd react to me.
I make coffee and pour it into a mug, heat up a cinnamon roll, and throw myself into the chair. I eat it slowly while staring out the window, sipping coffee between bites.
From cold and distant to flirting. Daltyn’s mood swings are taking me on a rollercoaster ride.
I glance around the kitchen. He bought my favorite brand of coffee. My favorite brand of ice cream and chocolate, even though I didn’t ask for them. In fact, these things casually came up in Key West. Yet he remembered.
I finish the cinnamon roll and coffee, then head down the hallway.
A nice, hot shower should put everything in perspective.
It takesme a few tries to figure out how to use the fancy shower, but I finally have the spray the way I like it.
I dump a handful of shampoo into my palm and massage it into my scalp. He bought this for me last night, too, as well as conditioner.
He really would make the perfect boyfriend.
I rinse it out, then massage a large dollop of conditioner through my hair. A sigh of pure pleasure rolls out of me.
