WREN’S POV
Warmth. That was the first thing I noticed as consciousness slowly pulled me from the dephts of sleep. A gentle and lingering heat still clung to my skin sinking into the sheets wrapped snugly around me. My lashes fluttered with the hazy edges of sleep softening my thoughts and cradling me in a lull that made me want to stay here forever.
But something was missing. I turned my head slightly pressing my face deeper into the pillow and inhaling faint traces of musk and something uniquely him. The scent made my chest squeeze and made my lips part as if I could breathe in the remnants of his presence and trick myself into believing he was still here.
But he wasn’t. My fingers curled against the sheets, the absence beside me more jarring than it should have been. I had fallen
