SADE

Morning came too quietly. It wasn't the loud kind of morning when you wake up and rush out of bed to begin the day's work.

It was the kind of morning where the morning light slipped through the curtains and settled on your exposed body like it was afraid to wake you up.

I had returned to my room last night, not because Kross had asked me to, but because I couldn't bear to be in the same space as him. It felt like I was going to lose my mind with his scent surrounding me.

I sat up on ...