33. Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Three
C assie
I slipped from bed, fighting back the tears filling my eyes. Walking across the room, I slid the bathroom door almost closed. I gathered up my clothes I’d put in there earlier and dressed. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. If I did, I’d see the love I couldn’t acknowledge or share.
Marcus made love to me for hours before we fell asleep, and even as exhausted as I was, I’d only slept a couple hours. I’d spent the last hour lying on my side watching him.
Everything I’d fought against came true. My heart was lost to him, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Now, the fantasy was over. It was Monday morning.
I squirmed against the constriction of my clothing. I’d become accustom to being naked. Finding the pen and paper I stashed with my clothing, I wrote Marcus a note. I’d known yesterday I would have to write him this morning. I couldn’t just leave.
Once I finished, I picked up my packed bag and turned out the light in the bathroom before I opened the door. Funny, the darkness didn’t bother me as much as it had before. Marcus had left the curtains open, so the moonlight spilled into the room.
I placed the note on the dresser and set my bag by the door.
I quietly made my way over to the bed where Marcus softly snored.
There, I carefully picked up his phone and held it to his face.
It unlocked the phone and I turned off his alarm.
I didn’t want it to wake him before I was gone.
Guilt hit me at making him late for work, but it had to be done.
I allowed myself a moment to stand there, staring down at him. His face was relaxed, his mouth slightly parted, his legs spread, and his cock semi-erect. I’d never find another man like him, and I didn’t want to. Marcus was one of a kind. If only—
No. I would never be the woman he wanted. My inability to sleep and my bad dreams would make it impossible. So that was that.
The clock on his bedside clicked to six a.m. I brushed away the tears running down my cheeks before I leaned down and brushed a light kiss over his lips.
“Be well, Marcus, and know that I love you.”
With a heavy heart, I straightened, walked to the door, picked up my bag, and stepped outside the bedroom.
I couldn’t stop myself from glancing back at him. My fantasy weekend was over, but in my heart, I’d never love another man the way I loved Marcus.