She wasn’t sure what time it had been when she’d fallen asleep wrapped in Mateu’s arms, but if she was reading the clock correctly through the tangled tendrils of her hair, it was about time she should be getting up. The memories of the night and all the feelings associated with it came crashing back to her in the early light of a new day with a certain measure of pain.
Careful not to jostle the bed, she turned toward him. She wasn’t so sure she was ready to face him yet. She’d never connected with someone so intensely, but it shouldn’t have happened. Not with all the lies between them.
And apparently, she wasn’t the only one to think so. The pillow next to her was empty. She slid her hand along the indentation where his head had been and found it cool to the touch. Whatever time they’d
