GWEN
I woke up slowly, the sunlight spreading a soft and golden light against the sheer curtains. The room was quiet and still.
For a long moment, I didn't move. My fingers rested against my collar bone, where his lips had once been. I could still feel the echo of his touch, his breath against my skin, the way his voice cracked when he called out my name.
And I had let him.
Not because I was desperate. But because for once…I wanted to be wanted.
The sheets were tangled around my legs. My robe hung from the edge of the bed. My body was sore in the most intimate places, but this time, I wasn't ashamed. I didn't run from the memory.
I laid in it. Quiet. Whole.
Then a soft knock came from the door.
I sat up quickly, pulling the blanket over my chest.“Yes?”
The door creaked open, and
