Emily Harper
The rich sunshine streaming through the windows roused me awake. Eyes still half-lidded, I sat up on the bed. I shook my head twice to push the grogginess still lingering inside my brain. My body was still sore from everything we did last night, but I managed to fully wake myself up.
"Rye?" I asked the emptiness of the room. He wasn't in bed and the pillow on his side seemed untouched. "Rye?" I asked again, removing the blanket to stand up. I grabbed the bathrobe hung on a chair and put it on. "Are you in the shower, Rye?"
Again, emptiness answered me. My mind was about to launch into panic mode, but then I told myself that maybe he had grabbed breakfast or something. I knew that if he had left for work already, he would leave me a note like the last time.
My skin felt a
