I was up by four in the morning, sitting out on the balcony with a coffee mug in my hand. Cole was sound asleep in the bedroom. It took stealth on my part to escape his grip on me. His arm was wrapped around my waist, like if he let up even an inch, that I would slip out from under him.
My purpose for drinking last night was a mistake, but I was glad to see that Cole didn’t take advantage of it. There wasn’t much from last night that I remembered, but I did remember downing an entire bottle of wine and getting into the bath. Everything after that was kind of a blur. When I woke this morning, I found Cole’s shirt draped over my body. It could have made for the perfect nightgown. I smelt just like him now, thinking that I might steal this shirt from him just to have s
