Vera’s POV.

Yawning loudly, I rise from the bed. It’s not mine…rather David’s. We curled up together, basking in each other’s warmth after the bouts of sex we had last night.

When I look behind, expecting to see the man wake me up with perhaps a kiss on my forehead, I find out he isn’t there.

Swallowing, I slide my hand over the rumpled sheets of his own side of the bed and find it cold, meaning it’s been hours he left the bed.

Where could he be? I think to myself as my eyes wander around the room.

Well, it’s just nine a.m in the morning, he might have...