Blake's side of the bed was empty when Nicola opened her eyes. She reached and touched his pillow. It was cold, a sign he left early for work. She sighed. After three days of having Blake all to herself, waking up in his bed all alone was gut-wrenching.
No romantic ‘good morning note’…
Well, no more Christmas meant no more days off from the office. Even if he was the boss, Blake was also hard-working. Nicola hoped that Blake would not return to his old self, neglecting Iris once again.
Nicola rolled over and sat up, wincing at the soreness in her muscles. She smiled, replaying in her mind the nights they spent together. Every kiss and touch they shared. Every promise they made to each other. Blake embodied male power, but when they made love, he was both powerful and vulnerable. How
