The cold air nips upon my bare skin, my body shuddering as I grab the blanket, cradling my body within it.
I'm still cold, goosebumps forming upon my skin as I let out a deep sigh.
Reaching over, I await the warm body I'm to hold onto, only, as I reach out, my hand lands on empty sheets.
Right away I sit up, scanning the massive room as I look for any sign of the man that inhabits this bed with me and has for nearly a week now. Looking left and right, I find no evidence of Zion, the bed untouched as just hours ago he was by my side as a thunderstorm roared outside, lightening striking the lake.
Getting to my feet, my toes sink into the Persian rug, my hands wrapping the robe around my bare body as the outline of a man can be seen on the balcony.
He's restless as I am as well tonight.
