That night when I crawled into bed, I wasn't expecting Rixon at all. And he didn't come. I'd only slept for a couple of hours when I woke with a start, sitting up in the bed. A quick look at the clock told me it was past 3 in the morning, but there was still no sign of Rixon. I couldn't feel him, either.

I slipped out of bed, wearing nothing but a pair of grey knickers and an over-sized tee I'd bought several years ago. It was just a simple black one, but it was one of my favourites.

I walked out into the hall, trying to think of a place where Rixon could hide his plans. A place he would think I never would think of.

And so I started to rummage though the whole house, desperate to know of his plans.

I open cupboard after cupboard, drawer after drawer. And I find nothing.

I open pillows and duvets, throwing the mattress over.

I scream out in frustration, throwing the watch standing on my nightstand on the wall, hitting a painting that fell to the floor, the glass breaking. The painting fell out – along with lots of paper. I flung myself at the floor, grasping the papers, not even noticing the glass cutting into my skin.

I flipped through the pages, desperation and panic fighting to be the winning emotion.

I sat down on the floor, tears streaming my face, anger running through my veins. I grit my teeth together as I held on to the papers while putting on a dark blue pair of jeans, my black leather jacket that still had the last of Rixon's feathers in the inside pocket, and my black boots.

I put my car in gear, throwing the papers in the passenger seat.

I was out on the road, before realising I had no idea where to go.

Patch had moved, but he hadn't told me where. Obviously Rixon knew – but was he going to do everything tonight? How could I know?

I grind my teeth, picking up my phone. I scanned through my list of contacts, and called Rixon.

"Hey, love." He answered on the third ring, surprising me slightly.

"Hey, Rix." I breathed, faking tiredness. "Where are you? It's past 3 AM and you're still not home." I crossed my fingers he hadn't gotten home yet.

"Oh, love, please tell me you haven't been sitting up for me?" Genuine worry seeped into his voice.

"No, I just woke up," I said, not really lying. "I miss you. You're never around anymore. We haven't even had sex for several weeks," I cocooned, biting my thumb, hoping he would buy the lonely-girlfriend. It wasn't really an act either – I did really miss him.

He sighed, and I could guess he was pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Trust me, I'm not doing this on purpose. And I really, really want you." The sentence spoken in his thick, Irish accent sent tingles down my spin, leading to certain places. I bit my lip.

"Tell you what. Give me an hour, and I'll be home – and we can stay up all night."

I giggled. All my worries of his plan escaped me, and as soon as I'd hung up I raced back home.

It took a mere five minutes, and I hid the papers in the car before hurrying inside. I had a quick shower, before changing into some lace, blood red lingerie. I also went into Rixon's closet and picked out a white, slightly see-through shirt. Completely casual.

I crawled into bed, picking up a book I was currently reading. I kept calm when I heard the front door open, and Rixon climbing the stairs. He opened the door, but suddenly everything went quiet and I peeked over my book. Rixon stood by the door, just staring at me.

"Anything wrong?" I asked, my brows pulling together in worry.

He shook his head, dropping his bag to the floor.

"I need to come home more often," he breathes, slipping into bed next to me. I placed the book back on my nightstand.

"Yes, you should," I smiled, grabbing his collar, pulling his mouth to mine. I could feel his smile, before his lips grew hungry. He grabbed my waist, lifting me onto his stomach, starting to unbutton his jeans and pulling down the zipper.

"Missed me that much, have you?" I asked, pulling away to look at his face, brushing my fingertips over his stubble.

Rixon groaned. "You have no idea how much I'd rather spend every night here with you."

"What's stopping you?" I whispered, kissing his neck. I knew the exact buttons to push to get my way with Rixon – and from the pleasure filled groan that escaped him, I hadn't lost my touch.

"Oh, love," he breathed as I proceeded to kiss him in the nape of his neck.

Rixon's hand rummaged my body, not even bothering to unbutton the shirt I'd stolen from him.

"I liked that shirt," I sighed, biting my lower lip as I trailed my finger down his chest. A growl erupted in the deep of Rixon's throat.

"I'll buy you a new one," he answered.

"It was yours."

"Then I'll buy myself a new one."

I smiled, but gasped when Rixon grabbed my knickers and tore them off.

"And while I'm on shopping, I can buy you some new underwear," he smirked, kissing me hard on the lips.