55. Good Morning

As I wake up, a certain soreness settles inside of my body once more. What last night seemed to have been sheer pleasure, has now turned into soreness and slight swelling. The sensation was not annoying, it was just a reminder of how hard to satiate he was.

Talking about him… where was Killian? I toss and turn, but the bed is empty and a little cold. It means he had left the bed a while ago while I was still asleep. A strange emptiness takes hold of my stomach, making it turn and fill up with nothing but nausea.

I push myself up and look around the room. He was not inside -

“Killian?” I call out and a hint of panic surges through me.

For a brief moment, I can only imagine that everything I had experienced for the past month has been nothing but a fever dream. Nausea rises to unbearable limits and I rush out of bed, to the bathroom. After a quick meeting with the toilet and after refreshing myself, I walk out a little drowsy, but with a peaceful mind at least. It was not a fever drea