Belle’s POV
The soreness in my body made itself known the moment I stirred awake, a dull ache spreading through me, but it was a reminder of last night—of the passion we shared, of Zane’s touch, of how perfectly we fit together. I couldn’t help but smile, letting the memory of it wash over me like a warm, comforting wave. Still half-asleep, I reached out to snuggle into the heat of Zane’s body, only to find cold sheets next to me.
My eyes fluttered open, instantly searching the space beside me. He wasn’t there. I sat up, a rush of worry flooding my chest. Where is he? I scanned the room, my heart beating faster with each passing second. The space was quiet, too quiet, and I suddenly felt a knot form in my stomach.
Had he left?
I threw the covers off and swung my legs over the side of
