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"That's.. a lot more than I remembered," she chuckled. "I'm sorry I can't move."
"It's alright," I lay beside her, and stared at her face. "Are you okay?"
She blushed. "God don't stare at me like that!"
"I can't help it," I said and placed my hand on her face.
She closed her eyes as I touched her. I was tired as well. Enjoyable sex like this always had a way of draining my energy. But it looked like I wasn't the only one drained. Her soft breathing showed that she was about to fall asleep. I kissed her lips softly, and she returned the kiss in softly as well.
It was bliss.
She smiled as we stopped the kiss but didn't open her eyes. "Thank you, Ben. For listening to me… and doing more than listening."
"I'm always here," I said. "Promise you'd rely on me, from now on."
"Promise…" she murmured.
It was good enough for me. I enjoyed stroking her hair, as she started snoring softly. My eyes were heavy. I had told her that she could rely on me for her insecurities, but I still had one concerning the both of us. What if she disappeared when I wake up?
Maybe I should try and stay awake? I thought to myself, until my eyes closed.
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When I opened my eyes, she wasn't there. I sat up in a panic and looked around. The sun was gone, and it was a few minutes past seven. I looked in the bathroom before going to her room. She wasn't there either. I went back to my room and called her number. It wasn't going through. Then I noticed a note on the bedside table.
"Not again," I groaned as I looked through my closet and found a pair of joggers and a t-shirt. I grabbed my car keys and went downstairs to look for her outside. I didn't bother looking at the note because I knew it was just London all over again. As I went downstairs, she wasn't in the living room; neither was she in the kitchen.
Why?
I raced towards the door and opened it; she was standing there with a plastic bag about to open the door. She was wearing one of my shirts and her shorts.
"I didn't know your doors were automatic," she said. "I borrowed your shirt. I hope…" she paused and took a closer look at me. "Are you okay?"
My heart was still pounding from the thought that she had actually left. She was still here.
"Where were you?" I asked.
"Popcorn," she showed me the bag. "You don't look so good. Are you going out?"
I let out a sigh of relief and held my chest as the pounding reduced and reverted back to normal.
"I thought… I thought you had left," I replied.
"But my things are still in there," she said.
I didn't even notice.
"Your phone," I said.
"I forgot to charge it," she said. "I left the house and it powered off. I guess I still have a long way to go with the bad…"
I hugged her, and squeezed her tightly.
She hugged me back, "I'm sorry. Did I worry you?"
I nodded.
"I'm sorry," she apologized again. "But can we go inside?"
