POV: Killian
She was gone by the time I stepped out of the shower. Her and every trace of her - shoes, bag, the dress that had pooled on my floor since sometime around midnight. All of it vanished like she'd never been there at all.
Normally that's exactly the outcome I want. A clean exit, no awkward conversation, no lingering glances, no morning after that requires careful navigation. I've built my entire life around that particular efficiency, perfected it into an art form.
So it caught me completely off guard how much I didn't like it this time.
I stood there in nothing but a towel, water still dripping down my spine, staring at the empty side of the bed like it owed me an explanation. The sheets were rumpled where she'd been, still holding the faint impression of her body. Some par
