Adam woke up slowly, blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains. Even half asleep, his hand instinctively patted the side of the bed, searching. What was a man supposed to do when he woke up hungry and craved an early morning snack—not the edible kind, but the warm, soft kind that curled into him like she belonged there? He looked for it, of course.
But the bed beside him was cold. Empty.
He opened one eye, frowning at the vacant space next to him, the sheets already cool to the touch. His early morning indulgence was missing. Why?
With a long stretch of his arms and a groan that came from somewhere deep in his chest, he debated whether he should go looking for her or simply wait for her to return—preferably with that smug little smile she always wore after sneaking out of bed without waking him.
That's when he heard it.
