Thirty.

ISHTAR.

My eyes fluttered open as I moved to the side of the bed, but I didn't feel Damian's presence next to me. I didn't want to stand up too fast and actually admit that he wasn't by my side anymore.

A part of me was hoping that by the time I'd open my eyes, he'd be right next to me. I didn't get why he'd leave. My hands rubbed his side of the bed and clutched the bedsheet tightly.

Not after last night. Why'd he leave like that? I let time slip by for a while before I finally sat up, leaning against the headrest. My entire body ached from last night, and even while I said I wasn't sure of it. I think I'm in love with him.

Wasn't that too illogical? We had sex, yeah, because I urged him to do it. Could that even mean we were different from what we were yesterday? Was that why he got home and left so early? Did his feelings change?

I didn't know. I knew nothing. How foolish of me? Still, with the hurt and the way my heart pounded in my chest, I'd do the same thing over and over agai