Emily’s POV.
The sheets were still warm where he had been and his scent lingered—a sign that it hadn’t been long since he left.
“Calix?” I called out and sat on the bed.
A wave of sadness swept through me as I realized I was all by myself—again, and then I heard the faint sound of water trickling in the washroom. Movements followed and the door swung open.
He stepped into the room, droplets of water slid down his damp hair, trailing over his shoulder, down to the hard planes of his stomach where a white towel clung. “Where you looking for me?” he asked and I recollected myself.
“Yes. No. I thought you left,” I stuttered.
A smug smile spilling on his lips, he crossed the room and sat next to me. “I’d never leave without saying goodbye unless it's inevitable,” he muttered and planted a pass……
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