Luke POV:
The space beside me was cold.
Not just empty. Cold.
Sheets tangled. Pillow untouched. The kind of cold that said she hadn’t just slipped out for coffee. No, she was gone. And I should’ve known. Hell, I did know. Somewhere between her breathy moans and the scratch of her nails down my back, I knew she’d disappear before dawn.
Because that’s what Alex Vega does.
She runs.
I sat up, slow, the sting of last night still thrumming in my muscles. Her scent clung to me, something wild and soft and untraceable. I looked around the room, a battlefield of what we’d done. Her boots gone. Her cut, her jeans. Her.
Fucking hell.
I scrubbed a hand down my face, jaw clenched tight enough to crack bone. It wasn’t supposed to go this far. It was supposed to be a taste. A fix. Scratch the it
