When I woke up, Francesco's side of the bed was empty. My hands instinctively swiped through the sheets only to find them cold. A hint of sadness clenched to my chest. I knew he probably had important business to attend to, but I could not help the disappointment that I felt.
After everything that had happened...I just wanted him next to me.
My sleepy eyes found the clock that rested on the bedside table, and an instant wave of embarrassment flooded my cheeks. It was past noon. I couldn't remember the last time I had woken this late. Probably because it had never happened.
I entered the bathroom and my eyes drifted to the shower cabin. Another layer of heat coated my cheeks as I remembered how daring I had been. Chuckling softly, I washed my face in cold water, trying to minimize the blush. Then I focused on my morning routine, hoping to resemble a proper woman as soon as possible.
