LEAH
My eyes flutter awake as the only presence giving me rest and comfort is suddenly gone. The sheets are still warm.
“Where’s he?” I mutter.
I reach across the bed, my eyes still fogged from sleep, expecting to feel his chest, and his huge arms. I wanted to feel his hand, waiting to tangle with mine again like it did last night.
But there’s nothing. It's just heat, and then… empty space.
I sit up, the blanket slipping down my waist. The air’s a little colder, and hollow without him. I actually sensed him standing up, like he kissed me on the forehead before leaving. But I'm not sure.
Maybe he went to shower, I tell myself.
No. I’d hear it. Lucian isn’t exactly quiet when he moves. He’s heavy-footed, and he stalks. Even when he tries not to be.
I slide out of bed slowl
