~ LARK ~
Lark woke the next morning with puffy, crusty eyes. She immediately groaned and rolled over to reach for JP, to find his warm bulk under the covers and perhaps make up for the time they’d lost to grief the night before. Despite how slow and tired she felt, her belly also tingled with want for him. They’d given themselves to emotion the night before instead of passion. And she didn’t regret it. But she was happy to make up for lost time.
Except, her hand extended into the air—cool sheets and, when she lifted her head to look—a dent in the pillow that said he’d been there, but no longer was.
She sat up. “Jay?”
Tomas is here, he said in her head, his voice tight—with fear or anger, she couldn’t tell.
I’ll be right out.
I need to talk to him for a minute. You take your shower an
