I woke up the next morning to the cold.
The curtains were drawn closed even though I hadn’t touched them, and without opening my eyes, I knew Bastien wasn’t there. He might have left after I’d fallen asleep, or maybe he’d woken up with the dawn and slipped out.
Unlike most men, he was honest about his intentions, so his absence wouldn’t sting. Of course it would be disappointing, because let’s face it, I would never have s*x like that again in my life.
I would never see a man as beautiful ever again.
Would never see Bastien again. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t bother me…a little bit.
When I opened my eyes, I looked at the intensity of the light coming through the line between the curtains and tried to gauge the time. I felt a slight headache behind my eyes, probably from lying in
