Chapter 7

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. My eyes focused on the cold black silk sheet that was proof that he indeed was not beside me, but the dull ache between my legs and on my neck told me last night wasn’t a dream. That didn’t stop me from being pissed he wasn’t there.

Throwing the covers off me, started stomping towards the door to go back to my room. It was only when my hand grasped the cold black metal door knob that I realized I was butt-ass naked. Shit! Looking around, I found his suitcase and the white button-up shirt he had worn last night. Thankfully, he is taller than me because the shirt came down to the top of my knees. Buttoning it up, I walked out of his room and went straight to mine.

Never in my 18 years of life did I ever think I would do the walk of shame in my own fucking house at who the fuck knows what time it is. There wasn’t a single soul who met me, so it must still be early. The sun was peaking out over the trees and the birds had started chirruping.