Wanda
Gideon had left before sunrise this morning. We'd had s*x last night, but it had felt different somehow.
More intimate.
More serious.
Gideon had kissed me when he had left.
"I'll be back tomorrow sunshine." He had said.
I had gone back to sleep and had been in a bad mood when I woke up.
I was now sitting at the big dining table with a coffee in my hand. Pat sat opposite me and ate his breakfast.
He had ordered far too much for both of us. The table was full of pastries, pancakes, bacon, cheese, meat, jam and juices.
I sighed and filled my plate. Like yesterday, the food was excellent.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Pat asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well.... your neck is full of hickeys, yesterday you couldn't keep your hands off each other and now that Gideon's go
