Shrug it off and drift off beside him...

You sleep beside him, feeling strangely content. You feel happy curled up against this masculine and caring individual. You don't dream, yet your imagine runs wild at the possibilities of what he might do to you.

Eventually, you wake up and he's gone. Wherever he'd gone, you can't help but miss him, or his tough scent. You sit up and look around the room.

Strange, you think, all of his stuff is gone.

Sighing, you stand up.