Chapter Twelve

　　Naomi had the best sleep she has ever had in awhile. With Ryan’s hand around her waist, she felt like she belonged to him, She felt like home.

　　Naomi slowly opened her eyes, she panicked as soon as she noticed she was the only one on the bed; Ryan was nowhere to be found beside her.

　　She felt at ease as soon as she sighted a note with a rose on top, placed on her nightstand. She wrapped the white blanket around her naked body and reached for the note and rose.

　　“You looked so peaceful while sleeping and I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up. I’m in the kitchen making breakfast, freshen up and come quickly. I can’t wait for you to taste my pancakes.” Naomi smiled as she read the note.

　　She brought the rose to her nose and inhaled it. She smiled as she wondered where he got the single red rose. She chuckled at the thought of him sneaking into her neighbour’s garden to pluck one of Mrs Jones’ roses.