AMARA’S POV
I woke up with a smile already waiting on my lips.
For a few seconds, I didn’t move. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling like a fool, warmth curling inside my chest. Last night replayed in soft flashes, his voice, his touch, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that existed in his world.
My smile widened.
Then my hand slid across the bed.
The coldness and emptiness hit me.
I groaned softly, turning my head to his side. “Of course…”
It was becoming a habit now, waking up without Zed beside me. Always work. Always something pulling him away before sunrise.
I pushed myself up lazily, hair spilling over my shoulders, and that was when I saw it.
A folded note on the pillow.
I picked it up.
Will be busy with work. Don’t go out of the house. If you need a
