Dressed in a pair of leggings and a semi-loose sweater, I brushed my hair, opting to leave it down, then headed back downstairs. Trent had cleaned up the living room, all traces of our takeout gone. And so was he.
Fear clawed at my chest as I spun around, looking for him. Where was he? Every room I could see from where I stood was empty. With hurried and somewhat frantic steps, I checked the bathroom and the room we planned to turn into a playroom - empty. I barged into Sean's room and found Trent standing near the edge of the table.
My shoulders sagged with relief, and I wedged myself between him and the table. I slipped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest, willing my erratic heart rate to calm.
"What's wrong?" he asked, holding me away from him and searching my face.
"I came downstairs and couldn't find you." I frowned. "Sorry." I shook my head. "I guess I panicked."