The next morning came faster than I expected. I barely slept… tossing and turning, replaying every second of last night in my head. By the time the sun filtered through the curtains, I was already awake, sprawled in bed, staring at the ceiling with a grin tugging at my lips.

He’s coming back today.

I rolled off the bed and padded toward the wardrobe, pulling the doors open and scanning through my clothes.

My fingers brushed over a silky red camisole with thin straps, deep neckline… and ...