Amethyst’s POV
It's been several days since Devon returned to California for work, and ever since he left, I haven't been able to get much sleep.
While sleeplessness isn't new to me, the nightmares that have now taken residence in my mind since his departure have made restful nights practically impossible.
The only moments I find some semblance of peaceful slumber are when I somehow manage to doze off in Devon's arms, which is both absurd and frustrating.
To add to my troubles, I'm currently experiencing a persistent designer's block, further compounding my distress. Just as I was trying to collect my thoughts, there was a knock at the door. My secretary peeked in.
"Miss Wright, you have a consultation scheduled after working hours," Alice reminded me.
I nodded in understanding.
