NOLA
The morning light didn't just peek into the room, it felt like an intruder, slicing through the heavy velvet curtains and landing right across my eyes. I groaned, shifting my weight, and realized immediately that the bed was far too cold on the left side. Rhett was gone. The memory of the night before came rushing back in a dizzying flood of heat, the way his teeth had grazed my skin, the guttural sound of his voice, and that terrifying, beautiful gold in his eyes. I reached up, my fingers trembling as they found the spot on my neck. The skin was hot, slightly raised, and felt like a live wire under my touch.
I rolled out of bed, my legs feeling like they belonged to someone else, and stumbled toward the en suite bathroom. I needed to see it. I needed to know if I had imagined the i
