~CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE~
I wake to the warmth of lips brushing mine.
My lashes flutter open to find Hardin hovering over me. He’s already dressed in a crisp white shirt and pants that fit him dangerously well. His shirt is slightly open at the collar, his watch secured, and his hair pushed back. He smells like cologne and is irresistible.
“Hardin?” My voice is still thick with sleep.
“Good morning, beautiful.” His thumb drags along my lower lip like he owns it. “I’m leaving now.”
Just like that, the warmth of the bed turns cold.
I push myself up against the headboard, the sheet slipping slightly down my shoulder. He notices. His eyes darken for half a second before he forces them back to discipline.
“I need you to take care of yourself,” he says. “Call me if you need anything.”
“When
