I woke up to the soft, pale light of the Saturday morning filtering through the heavy curtains of the bedroom.
My hand instinctively reached for the other side of the bed. The sheets were cool, meaning he’d been up for a while. I sat up, already guessing where he was.
About three weeks ago I’d discovered he had a fully equipped home gym. He liked to start his weekend mornings there.
I walked go the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, the cool water waking me up properly. I was about to step into the shower when I hesitated. The idea of joining him, even if just for a little while to just blow off some steam, felt appealing.
I walked over to the to where the clothes were kept. I found a small stack of workout wear, soft, breathable pieces in neutral tones that he must have
