The alarm went off at 6:30am. He hadn't remembered turning it on. Estelle was not in the bed, nor was she in the apartment. She must have turned the alarm on when she'd left. Caleb rolled over hitting the small alarm off before rubbing his face. Disappointment didn't cover it this morning. Kicking off the covers, he lay staring at the ceiling, his eyebrows knitted together in a ridge of worry.
He hated this part of it. Waking up alone.
Tripping over the discarded bedsheets, he inspected the apartment. The kitchen windows were wide open letting in both the sunrise and the warm hunger inducing smells of the bakery down the street. He found a note stuck to the bathroom mirror. "Promised to have brunch with my cousin, spotted your calendar marked today. Don't forget you've got hockey practice. Love Estelle. P.S. I am free at 9pm if you want to try again"
He had forgotten about the practice. A smile danced across his lips, seeping into his brown eyes as he leaned on the bathroom sink. She'd bothered to take care of him in that subtle way. Swearing, he realized he was about to be late if he didn't get showered fast.
The hot water rippled down his pale body, threatening to lull him back to sleep as he closed his eyes against the spray. Leaning back against the hard cold tiles of the wall, Caleb let out a deep sigh. His shoulders carrying most of his weight as he tried to wake up.
Twenty minutes later, he found himself still yawning as he stood in line at the bakery, having been lured in by the scent of cinnamon and apples. The bag on his shoulder feeling heavier then it should as he wondered if he remembered everything for practice?
His mind was not where it should be, it was replaying a moment a few hours earlier when he had been still in bed with Estelle. Caleb just could not stop thinking about how she had played with his ear. A simple enough gesture, which packed more sensuality then he wanted to admit.
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Part 7 soon
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