15. It was a mistake

The heart is not commanded.

VIOLET

I Woke up in the bed, tucked under the covers and it took me a minute or two to realize what was odd about it and why it didn’t feel right to be alone in my own bed. Because someone else was supposed to be here. For a few seconds panic gripped me hard and made my chest constrict as old hurt rushed back with a vengeance, thrusting me back to that day two years ago.

I gasped in a lungful of air to calm myself when I heard the shower in the bathroom and when the memories from last night came rushing back. He was here. He wasn’t gone. I looked at the small alarm clock to see it was only three in the morning, stifling a yawn I climbed out of the bed and walked the small distance to my bathroom. As the door was already half open, I didn’t think twice before pushing it wide and stepping inside. I should’ve thought about it, though, I realised belatedly when I came face to face with his nakéd back and then he turned around in all his sculpted, muscled, glory