Emily Harper
Rich golden sunlight streamed from the glass windows, spilling warmth on my skin while I lay in Rye's bed. I stirred, rousing myself from a restful night's sleep.
Though I sat up in bed, my eyes were still closed, relishing the feeling of Rye's sheets wrapped around me. His smell greeted me in the air, wrapping me in comfort. I breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of him, and it made my heart skip beats.
I let out a wistful sigh and pushed myself to open my eyes. Sitting on the edge of his bed, I let my eyes roam around the room. I was alone in the huge bed, and I was aware of the conspicuous absence of the other occupant of the other half of the bed. Rye had gone, and he didn't wake me up.
I stood up, and used the plush towels to wipe the sleep from my eyes, put on a robe,
