I woke up alone. I ran my hands over the side of the bed where she’d been laying and they reached nothing. There was no sultry brunette beside me and I blinked a couple times trying to clear my vision. My room was dark, the curtains were pulled and the atmosphere matched my mood. Waking up expecting to find something that wasn’t there was always upsetting. Flipping onto my back, I folded my arms behind my head and closed my tired eyes. The best sex I’d ever had, had left me to sleep alone. It didn’t surprise me; Ashley didn’t strike me as someone who would stick around for early morning awkwardness. Hooks in the corners of the room brought a grin to my face. Last night had been, to put it simply, the best night not to mention the best sex of my life.

My head fell to the right as I let my body relax and I spied a small piece of paper on the pillow that Ashley had been using. Snatching it, I unfolded the small note and read the neat block letters.

MEET ME AT MY PLACE FOR BREAKFAST? 601! –A

I shot out of my bed and looked at my watch. It was still early, about eleven. She couldn’t have been gone for very long. My jeans were in a heap in the corner so I settled on a pair of khaki Bermuda shorts that I had ironed a couple of days before and a black RJSA band tee. The letters were pink but the shirt was still edgy in its design. The black belt I loved so much was hanging over my bed frame, I didn’t remember that happening but apparently it had been stripped off last night. Grabbing it, I threaded it through my belt loops and admired my reflection in the mirror. For a night of sex, my hair wasn’t looking half bad and I sort of had the tousled but I did it on purpose look going on. Slipping my feet into my black flip flops, I applied some lip gloss and then headed out the door.