Chapter 38: Grace

I wake the next morning to memories of what happened last night with Matteo flashing through my mind. Stretching, I smile and sink further into the soft covers.

The other side of the bed is empty.

I push the pang of disappointment from my mind. Just because he said all the words I wanted to hear doesn't mean that we've somehow become embroiled in a relationship.

I told myself that I would enjoy whatever this is between us and that's exactly what I plan to do. I refuse to overthink or overanalyze the situation. If all we do is have fantastic sex-and make no mistake, the sex has been mind-blowing-I'll enjoy the ride for as long as it lasts.

There's no reason why I shouldn't.

I'm a grown, single woman. I have nothing to be ashamed of for indulging in a relationship solely based on sex.

A noise from the kitchen makes me sit up. Holding the white comforter to my naked breasts, I strain my ears and listen for the slightest sound.