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Serena’s POV
The sheets were cold.
I reached out instinctively, fingers searching, but the space beside me was empty. The warmth that had been there hours ago—his warmth—was gone.
My body still ached from the way he’d taken me last night. Every muscle was sore, every inch of me sensitive, tingling from the ghost of his touch. The ache that hadn’t faded though. I still wanted him.
I groaned, rolling onto my stomach, pressing my face into the pillow. Sleep refused to come. The room felt too big and the bed too empty. He’d ruined me, and he damn well knew it.
With a frustrated sigh, I shoved the covers aside and slipped out of bed.
The house was silent, save for the faint rustle of trees outside. A soft breeze drifted in through the open window, carrying his scent with him.
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