52 - Finding John Pitch

When Julian climbed into bed last night, I felt his arm wrap around me, but I was too tired to notice what time he got home.

But I awoke alone in bed this morning. Julian is already preparing breakfast at the dining table.

“Good morning,” I say. As usual, he looks more appealing than the food.

“Come here. I was about to wake you up.” He gestures to me and pops a small piece of tomato into his mouth.

Instead of sitting, I approach him and wrap my arms around his body. 

Hmm. He smells like he just got out of the shower. It was a mixture of mint, citrus, earthy, and pure masculine notes...

“You didn’t wake me up when you came last night,&rdquo