I woke up the next day feeling restless. There was a knock on the door, and I sat up from the bed, running a hand through my hair.
"Leila, are you awake?" Blake's voice came from the other side of the door.
"I'm up. You can come in," I replied.
I fixed the comforter, trying to cover up my bare legs. I was only wearing Blake's oversized shirt, and I didn't want anything on display—that shouldn't be.
Blake walked in looking great. He had already showered and wore jeans and a dark polo shirt.
I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak.
"How did you sleep?" Blake asked, walking to stand in front of my bed.
"I've slept better, but you own one hell of a comfortable bed," I told him. He replied with a chuckle.
"You missed him, didn't you?" Blake asked, with a knowing look.
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