Blake POV
I yawned as I looked at the screen of my laptop. I was at my office and the realization that I felt so lost without Des occured to me. Time was not passing at all. It felt as if the clock stopped ticking.
Last night was exhausting. I can picture the scene of her laying on my bed, covered with the silky duvet. Her long, black hair spread all around the pillow as her body was curved. It was hard for me to leave her alone in the morning because I had to use all my energy to control the urge of rushing into her arms. Instead, she was hugging the pillow.
"Should I call her?" I thought to myself. If I did, what would she think? Would she know that I was desperately missing the presence of her?
The grip of my fingers around the phone tightened. Why couldn't I just make a simple dec
