I thrust one more time before shooting inside her.
It takes me a moment to regain my composure. My orgasm painfully strong. I pull Mikayla to me and turn to my side, keeping our bodies connected.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” I say breathlessly.
Unexpectedly, Mikayla stiffens in my arms. I look down at her and see she’s frowning.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, forcing her chin up to look at me.
“You left,” she whispers. “Why did you leave?”
I honestly have no idea what she’s talking about, and she doesn’t elaborate. So, I know I need to press.
“What do you mean I left?”
I don’t know if I should be worried. She doesn’t sound angry. Her brow is creased, and she looks… confused.
“When I woke up this morning, you were gone,” she says quietly, her lips down-turned.
She looks almost pensive, like she’s unsure what to think or feel.
I squeeze her tighter. “Sweetheart, I didn’t leave you,” I tell her before lowering my head for a kiss. “I even left you a note.”
Mikayla sits up, pulling away from me and grabbing her leggings, pulling them up.
“Mikayla,” I say worriedly.
I’m beginning to feel alarmed. I sit up, yank my pants up and reach for her and pull her against me.
“Hey,” I begin again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think,” I tell her, cupping her face.
“I know you’re busy,” Mikayla says, her voice quiet. But she leans her forehead against mine. “Just… please wake me before you leave.”
Wrapping her in my arms, I kiss her brow. “I wake up at five o’clock in the morning, sometimes four, pretty much every day.”
“I don’t care. Wake me up before you leave.”
From the look on her face, I can see she’s serious.
“Okay, I’ll make sure to wake you before I leave in the morning,” I assure her.
“Thank you.”
I look at her face, gauging her feelings. Did we resolve the issue? It hadn’t even occurred to me to wake her. I thoughtI was being respectful by letting her rest.
“You understand that was our first night together,” she says, seemingly able to read my mind.
“I didn’t think about that. I just wanted you in my bed,” I reply with complete honesty. I give her a half-smile and a shrug.
“Caine!” She giggles. “You’re terrible.” She gives me a little shove when I try to pull her against me.
We fall back, and I nuzzle my face into her neck.
“Are you hungry?” I ask before placing a light kiss on her lips.
“I could eat.” Mikayla graces me with a pretty smile.
Our eyes lock. I want to push the issue further. I want to understand why she was upset. I want to understand whether she was worried or if it was something else.
