Chapter 30
The light was wrong when I opened my eyes. Too gold, too slanted. Afternoon, not morning. I'd slept the whole day away, my body sunk into the mattress like I'd been drugged. The sheets beside me were cold. Empty. I ran my palm over the indentation where Adrian had been, the fabric holding no trace of warmth. I sat up slowly. Every muscle ached, but it was a good ache—the kind that came from being used, not punished. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood, my bare feet pressing against the cold hardwood. The shower ran hot, steam filling the glass enclosure until I could barely see the tile. I stepped under the spray and let it beat against my shoulders, my neck, the places where Adrian's hands had gripped me the hardest. The water sluiced over my skin, carrying the scent of
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