Tessa woke up in bed, her eyes slowly adjusting to the soft light slipping through the curtains. Her head felt heavy, like her mind was wrapped in fog. She couldn’t remember how she’d fallen asleep, and… why was she already dressed? Did she pass out?
Something inside her told her Nathan had everything to do with this.
Her body remembered everything. The sensations were burned into her mind, refusing to fade no matter how hard she tried to forget.
The spot next to her was empty and cold. Nathan hadn’t slept there, and if he had, it must’ve been a while ago.
Tessa stood up carefully. The pale green nightgown clinging to her skin reminded her of her own eyes. Her gaze fell on the bedside table, where a few bottles of medicine and a folded note sat on a tray beside breakfast.
Nathan’s han
