I was pulled from my cocoon of sleep by the warm, invasive sun light that crept through the silk curtains.
I shifted under the covers and let out a little groan before realizing I was by myself.
With the faint trace of Tyler's body still visible in the covers, my hand naturally stretched out to the empty area next to me.
He had left.
I gripped the blanket to my chest as I gently sat up.
Not from fatigue, but rather from the flurry of feelings churning inside of me, my head felt heavy.
At first, the details of last night were vague, consisting only of his lips quickly touching mine and his hands moving over my body as though he had been lusting for me for years.
Then I noticed the writing on the bedside table.
With trembling fingers, I grabbed for it and unfolded the crisp paper
