LEAH
Lucian is gone when I wake. The morning light is now bleeding softly through the curtains, painting golden strokes all over the room. His side of the bed is still warm, but the sheets are pulled back and the air is cooler.
I roll over slowly, muscles sore in places I didn’t even know could ache. My body still pulses with the memory of his weight, his breath, and the way he touched me. It was heavenly.
I lie there for a long moment, listening to nothing but silence and the faint rustle of wind outside the window. My fingers trail over the place on my neck where I thought he was going to mark me, the skin is still bare.
Why didn’t he? Did I not satisfy him? Did I not do well enough? Did I do something wrong? Did…
Various questions popped in my head as I stared emptily. It shouldn
