Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Emily's POV

It was the sunlight pouring from the window above me that jarred me to wakefulness. I groaned sleepily and turned over on the bed, but the sun had done its thing. I was fully awake now.

Peeling my eyes open, I looked around. I was half-expecting Ethan to be somewhere close, his sea-blue eyes on me, watching me fiercely like a mother hen. However, the space beside me on the bed was cold and empty. I raised my head up, then glanced around. The rest of the room was empty too.

I pushed the duvet away from me, sighing in near-sadness. This wasn't like me, to crave physical warmth or touch, especially from a man such as Ethan Brown. I might not know much about him, but from what I saw, Ethan was a man with a perfectly-carved hard emotional shell. He definitely won't be caught dead cuddling a woman on her bed, much less a woman like me.

Funny thing was, I understood that to my core. I also wasn't a person to expose myself to the vulnerability of love or loving.