Love Me Plus Size

Part 8

Kyle

My eyes flicker open from the best sleep I ever had and instantly I know something is off.

I bolt up from the bed and stare at the space beside me. Trailing my hand along with the bedsheets I feel the coolness tingle through my arm and instantly my heart drops. Did Vi leave?

I flip the covers off and promptly place my boxers back on. My gut tightens at the evidence of a bare floor that just hours laid Vi's gorgeous silken dress and undergarments.

But I couldn't lose hope. Maybe she's still here waiting for me? It's Sunday and the bakery is not open so there is no reason why should need to leave.

I'm about to stride to the exit when something catches my eye. Walking to the counter I pick up the note that I didn't write. I scan the message: Thank you for a wonderful night. My head jerks towards the open door and I'm running down the hall. The note crumbling in my hand.

My feet skid to a stop by the entrance. Vi's purse and shoes are gone and I have no doubt that there is no reason to search anymore, she left. She left me and it hurts so fucking much. All I could do is stare aimlessly at the door.

Why did she leave? Last night was astonishing, perfect, and indescribable. It was a memory that I would never forget even if I wanted to. Yesterday wasn't just sex and two people finding release. No for the first time in my life, I made love, and to the woman that held my heart. Yesterday when we connected, I gave her everything I had: my heart, soul, and myself. She has it all.

I uncrumple the note in my hand rereading the message, my heart slicing with each word. It's like this note is telling me "good-bye." It's telling me that last night meant nothing to her, casual sex and nothing more. But it was so much more to me and honestly, I thought she felt the same.

I am not happy, but I can't be angry either, because I'm not sure why she left. Maybe there was an emergency, or she did go to the bakery today? How can I be mad when I don't know the whole story?

Walking back to my room I grab my phone from the nightstand. It's 9 am and I'm hoping she sees my text.

Me: Where are you?

A couple of seconds later my phone dings, signaling another message.

Vi: Home.

Me: Have you eaten breakfast yet?

Vi: No. Just woke up.

Me: Wait for me. I'll be there in 30 minutes with breakfast.

It takes longer for the last message to reach me, but eventually, the phone makes another noise.

Vi: Alright.

A smile tugs on my lips. At least she didn't tell me not to come over, that's a plus.

I jump into the shower and freshen up as fast as I can before stopping at Perkins to get us breakfast. Just like I promised 30 minutes later and I'm at Vi's front door. Ten seconds after ringing the doorbell Vi is greeting me with a small smile.

I groan internally at the sexiness in front of me. Vi's wet hair is tied into a ponytail while droplets of the water trail seductively down her skin and damping the loose grey t-shirt. Black boy shorts hug those wide hips just right and I couldn't see it, but I guarantee her ass looks amazing in them. I have a strong urge to lift her and carry Vi into bed and make love to her all over again.