Meadow’s POV:
I did remember my name.
After Alaric gave me two more orgasms.
I wasn’t sure at what point I fell asleep, but it was still dark when my eyes opened. I’d slept with Alaric’s arm pulling my back to his front, but now, I felt nothing.
No trace of his skin on mine. And when I touched his side of the bed, it was cold.
He had left me alone. Again.
My heart dropped as something in my throat thickened.
How hard was it to just spend the entire night with me? Or just a few f*****g hours, because from what I could tell, it had been a long time since he left the bed.
I should’ve known better than to expect that he would do anything but detach himself from me. I shook my head. Why was I even dwelling on this? He didn’t owe me anything.
Not his affection or care.
Turning the beds
