You had been going out with Davina for two years, you didn't live together, not yet, although you spent the whole time staying at each other's houses.

Yesterday evening you went to pick her up from work at the bar, and she stayed at your place. You had dinner and after a bit of flirting you both ended up in bed with your clothes off.

This morning you woke up, thinking she would be by your side, but when you turned your body, still with your eyes closed, and stretched out your arms you only found an empty, cold place, which made you groan.

You reluctantly got out of bed, putting on some underwear and saw the bathroom light on, you walked into the bathroom, your hair messy and somewhat sleepy, you hugged her from behind putting your chin on top of her head, while she put some concealer on her neck, covering the hickeys.

"I like the way they look on you..." You muttered, looking at her through the mirror.

"I know, but I can't go to work like this." She spoke, who was already well dressed, made up, while you were only in your underwear.