Early the next morning, Melanie stirred awake slowly, her body reluctant to leave the comfort of the bed with all the little aches that Adam had left on her. Without opening her eyes, her hands reached instinctively toward the other side of the mattress, searching for him. But her fingers met only cool sheets.
Her brow furrowed slightly. The bed beside her was cold. Melanie sighed and opened her eyes. That's right- he was gone.
Adam had woken her up just before dawn, kissed her on the temple, whispered something soft and low she could barely remember now, and then slipped away.
She had been too tired to protest, too warm and safe to fully register that he was leaving. And now, all she was left with was the faint memory of that kiss.
