67. Don't fall for him

Vera’s POV.

Yawning loudly, I rise from the bed. It’s not mine…rather David’s. We curled up together, basking in each other’s warmth after the bouts of sex we had last night.

When I look behind, expecting to see the man wake me up with perhaps a kiss on my forehead, I find out he isn’t there.

Swallowing, I slide my hand over the rumpled sheets of his own side of the bed and find it cold, meaning it’s been hours he left the bed.

Where could he be? I think to myself as my eyes wander around the room.

Well, it’s just nine a.m in the morning, he might have gone to work.

Given the number of erotic and romance books, I’ve read where the man keeps a short note for the girlfriend explaining the reasons he suddenly left their cushioned bodies and warmth, my eyes search around for one of those from David’s.

To my disappointment, I see none.

He left nothing of those and it kinda prickles my heart. I sigh, relaxing against the bed as thoughts about what we did last night cloud my mind.

God, David