CLAIRE

I woke up alone and the bed was cold on Julian's side, which meant he'd slept somewhere else all through the night.

The living room probably. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Part of me wanted to get up and find him, the other part wanted to stay right here and avoid the awkwardness.

Finally, I forced myself up. In the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face, my reflection looked tired, my eyes slightly puffy. Great.

I pulled on comfortable clothes and headed to the kitchen. Blake was already there, making coffee. "Morning," he said quietly.

"Morning," I replied, accepting the mug he...