My next coherent thought was to notice the absence of Wes’s warmth behind me as the growing crescendo of my phone’s alarm broke through my sleep-fogged brain at five in the morning. I rolled, blinked a few times, and executed a full-body stretch before padding to the bathroom.
Tea. I needed my morning hit of tea. I didn’t waste time showering—I’d do that after Wes left—but I did throw on an extra-long and sturdy T-shirt before heading to the kitchen.
Wes looked up from his laptop and bowl of oatmeal, and my breath caught in my throat as he beamed a brilliant smile at me. I leaned down to give him a kiss. “Good morning.”
“It sure is! I thought I heard your alarm.”
“Yeah.” My face warmed. I hadn’t mentioned my plan to get up earlier to spend time with him during his day-shift weeks. I’d
