Adaline pov
I woke up and stared at the wall, a frown on my face as I replayed yesterday’s events in my head. I remembered the way he touched me, the way he made me feel. I didn’t know I could even feel like that, and I blushed. I touched my lips, still swollen from his kisses, as a tear fell from my eyes. I looked at the wall that I wouldn’t have been able to see if Tate was here. He was sleeping on that side of the bed for the past week and his body would have been blocking me from seeing the wall if he was here. I couldn’t help but spread my hand out on the bed where he used to lay, trying to absorb the warmth from his body that was no longer there.
I knew he wouldn’t come back in here now that his room was fixed, now that I told him no more, but a small part of me hoped he wo
