Nicole's Point of View
I begin to stir, stretching slightly beneath the covers, only to find the bed beside me cold and empty. My hand slides across the sheets instinctively, but Drake isn’t there. A quiet sigh escapes my lips as I sit up straighter, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and looking around the room.
My gaze lands on him almost immediately, he’s sitting alone in the armchair by the window, his broad shoulders hunched slightly, lost in thought. The soft gray morning light filters in through the curtains, painting him in muted tones. He looks both present and far away, and my chest tightens with concern.
Without saying a word, I get out of bed, moving towards him. I lower myself onto his lap, curling my legs over one armrest, leaning my back against the other. His arms instantly
