"Just stay together. And go back tomorrow"

I heard that three times from Mateo. Our plan was that I leave his house that Wednesday night but he wanted me to stay. He even mentioned something about me changing my mind and he would have my things moved in.

Saturday morning light spilled soft and golden across the bed, warm on my skin.

I turned, stretching slowly, body heavy, pleasantly sore in all the right places from last night.

"Hey..." I called out sleepily and felt for him.

Mateo wasn't beside me.

The sheets on his side were cool, indented where he had been.

I stretched again, smiled into the pillow,...