Seth is not in bed when I wake up and I immediately miss his warmth.
I glance at the wall clock and groan. It's almost seven in the morning. It's Monday morning and I don't want to be late for work.
I walk to the bathroom and undress quickly feeling like an intruder. My clothes are in my bedroom upstairs and to be honest, I don't want to leave Seth's room yet.
I shower quickly, lathering my hair with his shampoo and rinsing it off. The shampoo smells like him and I smirk goofily; I'll be carrying that scent all day.
For the second time, I steal his toothbrush and squirt toothpaste on it. I stick it in my mouth and start brushing my teeth in a frenzy at the exact time that the bathroom door opens and Seth stands there looking at me.
I'm not sure what makes me blush; the fact that I'm
