Next morning,
I woke up running my hand on another side of the bed, expecting him to be there. So that, I can nestle in his hands. But, he wasn't there. I touched it again to be sure, he was not there. I opened my eyes and searched for him, he is not in the bed. I rolled back and laid on my stomach, keeping my head on the pillow.
There, I spotted him near the window. He was in his undershorts gazing at the scenarios outside the window. His green eyes are analysing the images he sees through them. What a morning view! I eyed him from top to bottom and swallowed hard. Did I spend a night with this sexy man? I let out a heavy breath and analysed the tattoos on his body.