Don’t let it spill

The morning ray’s found their way into the room through the small openings in the window.

Her eyes fluttered and glanced at her side, her hands run across the bed and she found it empty. She was the only one on the bed. Her hands went to her hair and she pushed them off her face with a sad smile. She sat up and stared at her side, there was a phone on the table and a note was on it.

She took it and stared at the phone.

“It’s yours.” Her head nodded feebly at the note, which was the only thing it says.

She pushed the covers off and stood up, between her legs kinda hurt and she wanted to have a hot bath, that would probably cool things off.

“Ms. Eve. How would you like your breakfast, should I bring them to your room or you would come downstairs for it.” The chef knocked on the front door.

If she goes downstairs she might see Wesley. She smiled shyly, she would have to eat downstairs.

“I’ll be down in a few minutes.” She shut the bathroom door and turned on the showers.

His eyes