I can still smell Chase on my sheets when I wake up the next morning. Still feel his presence. I keep my eyes closed and savor his scent, remembering the way he cooked me dinner and cleaned my kitchen. Remembering the tickle of his beard along my skin when his mouth was between my legs. Remembering all the dirty things he did before coming inside me for a second time last night.
The wonderful, amazing, dirty things.
I’ve come to terms with enjoying the sex, but that’s only while we’re having it. When he’s gone, I shouldn’t be thinking of him like this, but I can’t help it. He’s so vivid in my memory. So clear. His energy so warm and strong. It’s almost like he never left. Almost like…
Wait.
I open my eyes and sure enough, Chase is laying next to me, fully dressed, watching me sleep.
My heart trips a beat, but any thrill I feel is immediately wiped away with a rush of anxiety.