Riley stirred awake, her eyes blinking groggily against the morning light filtering through the curtains.
The warmth she had grown accustomed to in the night was gone, replaced by the cool emptiness of the sheets that covered her which she guessed Ethan put there so that she would remain warm.
She groaned softly, rubbing her face as reality settled in.
Ethan wasn't here.
For a brief, foolish second, she had wished he had stayed the night, that he had held her close like the Main characters in the dark romance novels she secretly devoured.
But this was reality, not some fantasy where the brooding billionaire never left his lover's side.
Real life wasn't so indulgent.
She sighed, stretching her limbs before she sat up, her body sluggish from the restless night.
Her eyes were puffy — probably from all the crying. She scoffed at herself.
Ethan must have thought she was pathetic, falling apart like that.
