Evelyn’s POV
Evelyn rolled over to the other side of the bed, her hand rubbing against the place where Damian had been hours ago. The linen still carried his heat, faint but fading, and the scent of him lingered, clean, sharp, expensive cologne with a hint of something darker beneath. She closed her eyes, breathing it in despite herself.
Then the realization struck.
He was gone. And she could remember the words he said last.
She pushed herself up slowly, the covers slipping down her bare shoulders. The morning light entered through the curtains, catching dust motes in its glow. The room felt larger, emptier, and she hated the way her chest ached at the sight of it.
Her body carried the evidence of last night, her muscles ached in an unfamiliar way, her lips still tender from his mout
