Brent
The sun intrudes on my morning bliss. I roll over, trying to avoid the intrusion. The bedsheet moves lower, past my thighs.
I reach out to the other side of the bed, expecting Vanessa to be there.
She's not.
I groan.
If she doesn't return within the hour, then I know there's no morning sex. She has a way of getting preoccupied with things that prohibit her from returning to bed.
I rub my face, then frown.
Something is wrong--really wrong.
Suddenly, I hear foot tapping. But, unfortunately, it's an impatient tapping.
Slowly, I open my eyes as I yawn.
Once my vision clears, I see Suzy-May standing beside Vanessa's side of the bed, arms folded and staring at me.
Suzy-May looks down at my penis, giving a half-shrug and a nod of approval.
Quickly, I cover myself.
Last night came flooding back to me. I couldn't convince Vanessa to come home with me, so I stayed here. My hope was simple: lovemaking.
It didn't work. Vanessa fell asleep early. Waking her up