Jackson’s P.O.V.
The second the door clicked shut behind Eluna, I felt it.
That weird, stupid, empty feeling.
I stayed there for a minute, lying in the bed we had shared, staring at the ceiling like it had answers for me. It didn’t. All it did was remind me how she was gone, and the spot next to me was already getting cold.
This wasn’t how things usually went for me.
Normally, when a woman left my bed, I would roll over, catch a little more sleep, maybe order some breakfast, and forget her name before lunch. That sounds brutal, but it’s just how it was. No strings. No second thoughts.
But now?
With Eluna?
Hell, I already missed her the second she shut the damn door.
I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, scrubbing my hands over my face before reaching for my guitar
