Sloane’s POV
Yawning, I stretch and snuggle deeper into my blanket, loving the smell of… My eyes widen, and I bolt upright.
Only my pillow is between my legs, and I’m in bed, alone.
The sheets still carry Xavier’s scent, so I know he must have left maybe an hour ago. For a few seconds, I sit there, staring at the empty space beside me, the imprint of his body on the bed.
Then I shake myself out of it.
Getting up, I slip my feet into my indoor slippers and head to the bathroom. It’s a ritual I follow every morning. I relieve my bladder, rinse my mouth, then head to the kitchen for water before checking my phone.
Coffee. Then back to the bathroom for the other purpose of the toilet, then the shower, and get ready while Zia returns from her private slumber.
After that, I wait for Xavie
