I woke up wrapped around Adrian’s pillow.
Which honestly felt embarrassing spiritually.
For approximately three seconds.
Then I buried my face deeper into it again because it smelled like him and I clearly had no self-respect left.
Wonderful.
The apartment was quiet when I finally dragged myself out of bed.
A quick glance at the clock told me it was barely past eight.
Which meant Adrian had already left for work.
Of course he had.
The man probably scheduled breathing into calendar slots.
Still half-awake, I shuffled toward the kitchen wearing,one of Adrian’s black hoodies,soft gray shorts with the fuzzy socks again
And immediately stopped.
Because sitting neatly on the counter were:
my laptop,two bags of clothes,skincare products,my charger and even my favorite blanket from my
