Yoo Shiro woke up and stretched like a lazy cat as he thought back to the amazingly hot night he had lived last night He could still feel the softness and malleability of the hot woman under him. Without opening his eyes, he stretched his hand to pull her to him so that he would be able to enjoy some more but the bed next to him was cold. His eyes snapped open and he looked disappointed. Kicking away the covers, he slowly made his way towards the bathroom, hoping against hope that she would still be in the washroom. But he was bound to be disappointed.