Slowly I began to wake up. My thoughts were still cloudy. The taste of alcohol filled my mouth, turning over I saw a few empty bottles on the small table by the bed. The events of the night slowly came back to me. Then I remembered how I had left my boyfriend. Even though I had left him many times before, I was confident that I wouldn’t return.
I looked around, searching for Damien. There was no sign of him in the bedroom. I got up then went into the bathroom. There was a sticky note stuck to the mirror.
*Hello, sorry I left without saying goodbye. I hope that I see you when I get home, I will understand if I don’t. I washed your clothes.*
*Damien*
I read it a few times before I took it down. He knew how to make me smile. Immediately after we had left my apartment, he took me to buy a pair of shoes. Then we came back to his house. To say we fucked like rabbits would be an understatement. I had never been with a man that could keep up with my sexual appetite; he did that and more.