I woke up shivering the next morning. Sunlight was streaming in through the curtains, casting the room in a hazy glow, but Talon’s arm wasn’t draped over me like it usually was. I rolled over to find the bed empty beside me.
The sheets were cool to the touch, the indentation from his body already fading. I sat up slowly, the flannel shirt slipping off one shoulder as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The room felt too quiet, too still, without him in it. My gaze drifted to the nightstand, where I found a folded piece of paper with my name on it.
I reached for it, my fingers brushing against the rough texture of the paper. Unfolding it, I recognized Talon’s messy scrawl.
Had to leave early for a job. Didn’t wanna wake you. Stay inside today, angel. Don’t answer the door for anyone but Tri
