I wake up again to an empty bed. The space beside me is warm, sheets slightly rumpled, the imprint of Rowan still there , but he isn’t. My arm still search for him blindly because just few hours ago I was laying on top of him.
The sound of drawers opening pulled me fully awake. I lifted my head slightly. He was across the room, already dressed in dark trousers, shirt half-buttoned, tie hanging loose around his neck. His back was to me, movements efficient.
“What are you doing?” My voice is still thick with sleep, my eyes were still half closed.
He glanced over his shoulder briefly. “Didn’t mean to wake you. You should go back to sleep it is still too early.”
“You didn’t answer me.” I pressed as I watched him move around the room.
He buttoned his cufflinks with that same maddening co
