When I opened my eyes, daylight filled the room. My head felt light, my body stronger. The shoot was over, and for the first morning since we arrived in France, I didn’t have to rush anywhere.
Zayne’s side of the bed was empty. No surprise there. He was always the first to disappear.
With nothing to do, my mind drifted straight to Cade. I picked up my phone and searched for his name.
A few photos came up: him at an event, at a restaurant, leaving a car. He looked good. The same charming face, that way he always stood like nothing could touch him. I just watched, pretending it didn’t matter.
Then I scrolled again. Kim was beside him, her hand on his arm, both of them smiling. The sight drained whatever good mood I had left.
One more swipe and another picture of them together. Cade’s ha
