Rain.
I wake up slowly, the deep, heavy comfort of the expensive mattress holding me captive. Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of Colt’s bedroom, painting the room in soft, early morning gold.
I am in his bed. All my dreams now a reality.
I turn my head, my gaze settling on Colt, who sleeps beside me. He is curled on his side, his breathing even and peaceful. He looks so young and vulnerable now, stripped of the tailored suit and the heartbreaking tears.
He slept in my arms all night, his cheek pressed against my chest, seeking refuge from that f*****g hoe’s betrayal.
A wave of pure happiness washes over me. Everything is going back to where it belongs. This is my place. This is my man. Lila will soon be forgotten, thrown into the past like all his other stupid flings.
And
