Fawn’s POV
I couldn’t sleep all night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the look on Blake’s face after he’d pushed me away. That perfect mixture of desire and self-loathing that said he wanted me but hated himself for it.
The morning greeted me with a dull ache behind my eyes and the quiet realization that Blake had meant what he said. He was gone. Not just for the night but moving out completely. His clothes had disappeared from the master bedroom, I knew because I had checked around 2 A.M. this morning when I was still chasing sleep.
“Coward,” I muttered, standing at the window in my bedroom while Margaret put out some vitamins for me to take, placing them next to my breakfast tray.
“Pardon?” She glanced up, eyebrows raised.
“Nothing.” I waved her concern away. “Just talking to my
