Rhea Everwood
The sun was at its peak, already flooding the room. I blinked, trying to adjust my eyes to the bright light. My first thought, as always lately, was for Sage. A glance to my side confirmed he wasn't there, the sheets next to me cold and undisturbed.
A sigh escaped me. Had he left? Was he still feeling ill? Was he even strong enough to leave the room like that or had Marcel dragged him out while I was asleep, Just as that thought settled and panic was slowly setting in, the bathroom door creaked open. My gaze snapped towards it, and there he was. Sage stepping out a towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water clinging to his skin and hair. He paused, his eyes meeting mine across the room. A soft easy smile the kind that always made my stomach flutter spread across his li
