Chapter Twenty-Nine
ALLEY
I crack my eyes open,blinking until they adjust to the brightness.Dang, I slept in.Either we forgot to close the shades or Jensen opened them, because sunlight pours into the room.
I roll over, reaching for him, only to find cold sheets.
Oh, yeah. The gym. Dammit.
I’m still adjusting to him being gone every morning. He takes one rest day a week, and even then, he’s up by six. Sometimes he’ll come back and slide in next to me—wake me with his mouth and his hands. Those mornings are my favorite. I love morning sex, even if I’ve never been a morning person. I don’t need to sleep until noon, but 7 a.m. still feels like a dreaded chore.
I’m in New York again. Jensen was supposed to come to Chicago this weekend, but with the Berkshires trip in two weeks, we decided I’d come here now and he’ll go to Chicago next weekend.
I grab my phone from the nightstand.Shit. It’s 9:30?I definitely slept in.
I have a text from Scarlett waiting on the screen.
Scarlett
Hi. You still wanna grab lunch today?
Things are still a little awkward after last weekend with Jensen and Scarlett, but we’ve talked since. She apologized, and promised she’d try harder. I’m hopeful it’ll start to feel natural soon, that she won’t have totryto be okay with him being around.
Yes! I just woke up. Can we do a later lunch? Maybe 2:00?
Scarlett
That works for me.
I set my phone down and sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
After hitting the restroom and brushing my teeth, I make my way to the kitchen, expecting to find Jensen.
He’s not here.
My brows pull together.Is he still at the gym?Maybe he slept in, too. I head back into the bedroom. His gym bag is on the floor.
I grab my phone and text him.
Morning, babe. Where are you?
Jensen’s phone dings, snapping my head up. My eyes land on his nightstand, where it’s plugged into the charger.
A chill slides down my spine, panic stirring low in my stomach.Where would he be on a Saturday morning without his phone?
The only place he’d go is the gym.Maybe he went to grab coffee or food.No, he’d wait for me. Or at least tell me.Why doesn’t he have his phone?
Jensen never goes anywhere without it.
Maybe he went with Matt to grab coffee.
I tap into my messages, typing Matt’s name.
Hey, are you with Jensen?
I stare at the screen for two minutes. It stays on “delivered.”
Shit.The panic starts to rise, crawling up my throat. I rake my fingers through my hair, forcing myself to breathe.It’s fine. Everything’s fine.
