WHO'S THAT GIRL?
Donovan placed a very gentle kiss on her lips before pulling away to lie at her side. She went easily into his arms and found her body instinctively snuggling against his. For a very long time, they simply lay together in the dark stillness. Words weren't exactly necessary at this point, but Donovan somehow felt he needed to say something to her. He simply hoped he wouldn't ruin the moment. He drew away from her just the slightest bit so he could look down at her serene face.
His hand came up and caressed her cheek ever so gently. "It feels so wonderful having you in my bed like this."
She reached up and covered his hand with hers. "It feels wonderful being next to you."
He leaned down and once more gave her a very gentle kiss before drawing her back into his embrace. Not long after that, they both drifted off to sleep. He couldn't believe how incredible it felt holding her though the night. Early the next morning, he awoke to an empty bed and equally empty arms. He wasn't alarmed just yet. She could have easily gotten up and gone into another room. He climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom first. Goddamn it. Written across the mirror in lipstick were two words: I'm sorry. Just like that, she had left. She had just fucking left.
Finis??????