The next morning, I woke up feeling well rested. It has been a long time since I had a good night's sleep. Just one night next to Allison and I am already back relaxed.
My arm slides over the mattress, seeking Allison. My eyes directly shot open when I feel the empty space next to me. The place is also cold, letting me know she left a while ago. Where did she sleep then?
I slowly sit up, frowning while I rub the sleep out of my eyes. I pause for a moment, just to make sure that I don't hear any movements from the bathroom or the kitchen but the whole place is quiet. Why did she leave?
I sigh before looking at the clock on my nightstand. The time read eight in the morning and I know that I don't need to worry. Allison always sleeps in so she probably sneaked into Wanda's bedroom at night. I step out of my-Allison's bed and walk towards the bathroom.
I strip out of my clothes and step in the shower. I let the warm water consume my body and try to relax, but the thought that Allison left because she might regret what we did last night is making me anxious. There would be no other explanation for why she left.
I sigh while I run my hand through my wet hair before I take the soap and start cleaning myself. My plan yesterday was really just talking to Allison. I wanted to clarify my action better and I wanted her to know that I made the biggest mistake of my life three years ago.
"Fucking hell." I curse under my breath as I feel my cock harden when I remember her kiss from last night. We have had a lot of passionate kisses in the past but this one was full of passion, desperation and mostly lust. Once I felt her lips onto mine my mind went blanco and my body completely relaxed. After 3 years she still has so much effect on me and my body but she doesn't even realize it.
I wash the soap off my body before I take the shampoo and pour it in my hair. I still don't understand why Allison left. Yesterday it was clear that we wanted each other back. The kiss wasn't enough, we needed more and I still want more. I want her back in my life, I want to call Ally mine again but it seems that she doesn't want that.
We didn't even had angry or hatred sex, it was just like old times and it was perfect. So what did I do wrong? Why wasn't she next to me? I shake the thoughts away while I wash the shampoo out of my hair. Once I am done I step out of the shower and put a towel around my waist. I don't bother drying my hair and step towards my bedroom.
I open one of my bags and quickly take some clothes out of it. I put gray sweats on and a white shirt before I leave my bedroom. I walk towards the kitchen, ready to make some breakfast but in the end I decide to go upstairs to the shared kitchen with all the avengers in the hope Allison would be there.
When I reach the kitchen I only see Wanda in the room, but I am not surprised because it is only nine in the morning. Most of us sleep in and only wake up early when we have missions. Wanda turns around and gives me a warm smile.
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