Mia p.o.v.
The bright sunlight hit my face, interrupting my peaceful sleep. I groan in frustration and tried to shove my face into Roman's hard chest, wanting to hide under his strong arms.
I blushed, thinking about the sinister game we played last night.
Yawning, I roam my hand over the soft mattress when I didn't feel his body close to me. I didn't feel him at all.
Opening my eyes, I saw the empty place next to me. A pillow is settled in the corner of the bed, where Roman should have slept, and my body is wrapped under a soft blanket. I should have felt warm but why I am feeling so cold, perhaps because he left?
Ugh, I am being dramatic.
What was I even expecting? That he will stay, laying next to me, cuddling or waiting for me to wake up like he used to do when he thought I
