CHRISTIAN
She had been in my mind all day, yet I didn't have the courage to call to check in. I left for work before she was even out of bed, gave strict instructions to Alfred to make sure she ate before leaving, and had Tom report back when he dropped her off at work.
But she had come home earlier than expected.
Why?
I should have ignored it, should have told myself I didn’t care.
Yet here I was, driving home at 12:30 AM, hoping she was still awake.
And why in the f**k was I hoping?
I knew what this was—s****l frustration. Mine. Hers. Ours.
Once I got her out of my system, this attraction would die. It always did.
And the sooner I did, the better.
The house was quiet when I walked in, except for the soft clink of a spoon from the kitchen. The smell of freshly made coffee linge
