I woke up feeling a little bit too warm. I yawned, rubbed my eyes before taking a look around. The bed was empty and the house was silent aside from soft footsteps that reverberated around the house. Staring back at the crumpled space next to me I slowly ran my hand over the bed. His musky familiar scent still lingered there faintly but the spot was cold and I knew he was gone for a while.
Last night was just something else. Every time I made a move to turn or shuffled slightly he'd wake up and readjust himself to make sure he wasn't hurting me but his arm was always draped securely around me and the occasional forehead kiss and we'd fall back to sleep.
That couldn't happen every night. Last night was different and I really hoped he didn't take this as me calling a truce. I needed someo
