It was just before dawn when Lizzie woke up. She inhaled Trent’s smell that lingered on his pillows, and heat pulsed through her veins within moments. She thought of their kiss last night. She’d understood why he’d pushed her away, but it still hurt.
Sighing, she considered. She should go home and clear her head. After crying so hard last night, her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Her eyes were gritty, and she was so thirsty she could drink a gallon of water in one go.
After rinsing her face and pilfering a new toothbrush from Trent’s cabinets to brush her teeth, she padded into the living room to find Trent already awake and drinking coffee. She stilled; they stared at each other. Inexplicably, a blush crawled up Lizzie’s cheeks, although she had nothing to be embarrassed abo
