I don’t know how I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I was still in Fourth’s arms. A small smile crept onto my face, and I hugged him tighter, not ready to let go.
"Good morning, princess," he said, his voice deep and seductive.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my cool. "Good morning, daddy. Slept well?" I asked, my heart fluttering.
He nodded, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. The warmth of it made me melt in his arms.
"Can we just be together?" I asked, my eyes pleading with him, hoping he’d change his mind.
"I'm a man of my word, babe. Go wash up now so we can head back to your place," he replied firmly.
I started sulking as I got up and headed to the bathroom, getting dressed without a word. By the time I came back, he asked me to have breakfast with him, but I ignored him. I was too upset to eat, too heartbroken to respond. How could I, when all I wanted was for him to stay?
As we walked to the car, my tears threatened to fall again. I wasn’t ready to leave him. Every step toward the car felt like a step toward losing him.
When I reached for the passenger door, he stopped me. "Can you drive for a while? My head is spinning I don’t think I can manage," he said, rubbing his temple.
I wanted to ask him what was wrong. I wanted to say something, anything. But I remembered I was sulking, so I stayed silent, biting back the urge to sorry, even though I wanted to.
I slid into the driver’s seat, and as he sat next to me, supporting his head with his hand, I couldn’t help but wonder, should I ask if he’s okay? Or should I just keep sulking, pretending like I didn’t care?
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