Kent woke up alone the next morning. He could still smell her in the room, but she was gone. With a sigh, he rubbed his face, trying to shake off the headache leftover from too much whiskey. Finally he rolled out of bed and headed to the closet to change. He chose a pair of jeans and a loose black shirt that he could get on around the bandages. He slid his arm back into the sling and headed down to Riley’s room.
She was stepping into the hallway when he approached, her hair braided away from her face, wearing a pair of jeans and a soft purple sweater. She stopped when she saw him.
“You’re awake,” she said with a smile.
“You were gone when I got up,” he replied.
“I wanted you to get some rest.”
He took a step towards her, closing the distance so he could wrap his good arm around her
