// One moment I was tearing off your blouse,

Now you're living in my house.

What happened to just messing around? //

1 a.m.

I was certain that when I’d wake up she wouldn’t be beside me, I guess I was wrong.

Lying beside me, her hair in a mess was Lacey. She looked so at peace and as I stared at her I couldn’t help but smile.

It was calming, I was happy she stayed not like the other night.

I slowly drifted off to sleep with Lacey in my arms.

6 a.m.

You know that space in time between your sleep and waking up? I was in that right now but I refused to open my eyes, afraid that what I woke up to last night wasn’t there any longer.

I ran my hand to where she lay last night, I didn’t feel her, I couldn’t feel her. She was gone. The only thing left was her warmth on the mattress.

I forced myself off the bed without opening my eyes.

Slowly I opened them, looking around. Her clothes still on the floor, she couldn’t have gone home without them right? Or does she prefer leaving them behind as a souvenir?

I let out a frustrated groan. Fuck.

I decided to forget all about it and get myself some coffee.

As I approached the kitchen I was confused and startled. Sitting on a chair in the kitchen was Lacey, smoking her pink cigarette.

“Hey”

“Hey I thought you-”

“You thought I left?” she chuckles as she stands up and puts out her cigarette on the ash tray.

“I’m gonna go have shower.” She states walking up the stairs to the bath.

“One moment I was tearing off your blouse, now you're living in my house?” I ask her, my tone full of humor.

She looks back at me and smirks, “What happened to just messing around eh?”

Yeah, what happened?