Nicole Harper
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Sharing a bed with Tristan for three nights straight was not good for me because I was beginning to get accustomed to his warmth around me while I slept.
I loved the way he unconsciously pulled me closer whenever I shifted in the night.
When I woke up on Monday morning and found his side of the bed cold, a strange pang hit my chest. The sheets were still rumpled where he’d been, but the pillow was cool. He’d been gone for a while.
I sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes, and glanced at the clock. It was just past six. While it was a Monday, our break wasn’t over so he didn’t have to go to work. Then again, someone like Tristan didn’t wait for work days to work, he worked whenever he had the chance. He was such a workaholic.
I slipped on one of his oversized shirts tha
