Page 87 of Heal Me, Love Me

Eventually, I lifted my head, and my hair fell into my face. My cheek was warm where it’d been pressed against his chest, but the second I moved, the cool morning air slipped between us.

He cupped the side of my face. “Morning.”

“No.”

A short laugh burst out of him. “No?”

“I’m officially calling off the morning.”

“You can’t really do that.”

“Watch me.” I dropped my face back to his chest.

He rubbed a hand over my back. “We have to get up.”

“Just give me a few more minutes.”

Neither of us moved.

He must have hit snooze when he turned off his alarm because a short while later, it went off again.

I finally pushed myself up on one elbow as he swiped his phone screen to end the shrill beeping. “What time do you board?”

“Seven-thirty.”

“Did Grant’s assistant really have to book you on an early flight?”

Rowan shrugged. “With my layover in Dallas and the time difference, I won’t get to Tampa until six tonight.”

“True.” I traced his lower lip with my finger and tried to smile, but I knew it didn’t look like a happy one.

He turned his face and kissed my palm. “You can’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you already miss me.”

I watched him for another second, trying to keep my expression even and not be the guy who made things harder than they already were. “You’re right, and I’m sorry. We should probably get dressed.”

I put on a pair of joggers and tugged the black Atlantic Combat hoodie over my head. A part of me hoped that being wrapped in something connected to where he was going would make what was happening a little less painful.

It didn’t.

Once we were both ready, we dropped his luggage by the front door and headed toward the kitchen. Dawn stood at thecounter, pouring coffee into travel mugs. Her eyes were slightly glassy, but she brightened when she saw her son.

“I’ve got breakfast burritos for the two of you to eat in the car,” she announced, pointing to the foil-wrapped bundles next to the stove.

“I can grab something at the airport,” he told his mother.

She shoved a burrito and a coffee mug into his hands. “Nonsense.”

Then she handed another burrito and coffee to me.

I took both from her. “Thank you.”

“See?” She pointed at me. “At least he’s grateful.”

Rowan rolled his eyes playfully, and I laughed.