I wake up with my dress twisted around my body uncomfortably.
I also feel a coldness, which is peculiar.
I stretch and look around me.
James?
"James?" I say out loud.
No response.
He's probably in the kitchen.
But first this damn dress it coming off.
I unzip it and throw it to the ground.
I then wrap a sheet around me since I am now only in my thong.
I look at the clock it's 10:04 a.m.
His parents are at work by now.
Just where is James and where is his dog who usually wakes us up when I spend the night.
Everything is strange.
I get up and walk down to the kitchen.
I make sure I'm as quiet as a mouse.
His back is to me.
His muscles are showing through his shirt.
And he's making coffee and reading some paper on the table.
I walk up slowly behind him and hold the sheet with one hand and touch his shoulder with the other.
He jumps, but turns around and sets down the coffee.
His eyes are red and wet. He was crying but he smiles and kisses me anyway like he wasn't.
So I won't ask right now.
He chuckles as he takes in my appearance.
"What are you wearing?"
"A Gucci sheet. From the James collection. It may look perfect on me but the floor wears it better." I say with a wink.
He laughs and kisses my forehead. "I bet."
I smile and kiss his lips.
"Wanna go back to bed?"i ask innocently.
He smiles and nods "In one sec I'll meet you up there."
I smile and walk out of the kitchen.
I hear him crumble and throw away the paper.
And walk behind me up the stairs to his room.
When we get to his room I lay down on my stomach so the sheet only covers me from the hips down.
He lays down next to me and runs his fingers up and down my spine.
I wanna ask him what that paper was. Where everyone was.
But I'll just leave it here cause he doesn't show he wants to talk about it so I'll just leave it alone.
For now.
