I stretch and yawn, waking up slowly. For a moment, I’m a little disoriented, waking up in a strange bed, but then I remember last night and smile. I reach over to find Kayla’s side of the bed empty and cold, and frown before remembering her getting dressed at some ungodly time this morning saying she was going to class. The woman is driven, there’s no denying that, but I wonder if I can convince her to spend another night with me so we can wake up together and spend the morning in bed.
Yesterday morning, waking up with her in my arms felt so right and I can’t wait to recapture that feeling. I have to admit, though, she had a point saying it was probably a bad idea for us to walk into the office together. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought that through, but the whispers and looks were not
