When I awoke, my legs were warmer than the rest of my body due to a sunbeam spreading across the bottom half of the double bed we’d shared. Sam no longer lay beside me, and I heard the soft thunk of a coffee mug landing on the table from the other room.
I closed my eyes again and pulled Sam’s pillow to my chest, breathing in the lingering scent. Last night had been perfect. Relaxed, uninhibited, and wanton, followed by a restful picnic supper by the creek, and the most peaceful night of sleep I’d had in a long, long, time. I rolled out of bed and hurried through my morning necessaries, then walked out to join him.
Sam’s face was tight as he glanced back and forth between his iPad, lying on the table, and his iPhone, which he held in his hands, furiously texting away.
Fuck, I was so tire
