Instead, she sat up slowly, the sheet falling from her shoulders, revealing the curve of her back as she slid off the bed.
She reached for her robe on the chair.
“I’m going to shower and get ready for work,” she murmured, voice still laced with sleep.
I nodded but didn’t move.
She glanced at me before heading into the bathroom.
The sound of the shower filled the room.
Still, I didn’t move.
I couldn't bring myself to move from the bed if I wanted to. I was too lost in my thoughts.
I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell one woman had managed to knock down everything I’d built around myself, so quietly, so completely.
And how I still hadn’t found the courage to admit it.
She came out a few minutes later, dressed and drying her hair with a towel, her eyes fa
