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Every night, I'd lie in bed, sated and gasping for breath, hoping that this time I'd wake up with him there. And every morning, I'd try to convince myself that I wasn't disappointed that I'd woken up to an empty bed again.

I'd stumble to the shower and wash off the thin layer of dried sweat. From the shower I'd return to my bedroom and, ignoring the remaining discarded clothes from the night before, stand before my wardrobe selecting the right outfit. I'd fill one of the two mugs I put out especially with fresh coffee, down it in seconds, and then floo to work.

Arriving at work was always the worst part of the morning after. Seeing the guy you just slept with who snuck out before dawn is awkward as it is. When there's a 20ft statue of him commemorating his work as you enter your shared workplace, 'awkward' doesn't quite cover it. I have to rush past, keeping my eyes off of it, because one glance and I'm back there; I feel his lips on my neck, his hands on the small of my back, his legs hitched around my hips.

Reaching my office brings me a false sense of security. I can concentrate on my work and, like him, forget the previous night ever happened. Forget the way he moans my name, and the way his emerald eyes pierce mine, and forget the way he gasps 'I love you' in the heat of the moment.

I've gotten distracted again.

I trick myself into thinking work makes it easier. But how could it when I'm surrounded by him here? I know I could leave. Get another job. But part of me holds on to the hope that one morning, he'll stay. That we'll drink coffee together from the matching mugs I always put out. That we'll arrive at the office together, holding hands, and that he'll kiss me on the cheek as we go our separate ways. That he'll send me notes during the day that say 'I love you' rather than '8pm. Your flat.'

And I know that'll make the wait worthwhile. So why should I stop waiting now? Every minute of heartbreak will be worth it when I wake up in his arms.