*Harper*
When I woke up, I was alone.
The sheets were still warm, my body still aching, but the space beside me had already cooled. The weight of him was gone, but the imprint of last night remained in my skin, into the memory of how he'd touched me.
My body hurt in a way that felt alive. Not bruised, but stretched. I remembered every kiss and every touch of him. He made me feel owned. I blushed at that thought, but I didn't know how I was supposed to feel now.
I lay still for a while, watching the light of the day. The curtains weren't closed, and light filtered through them, soft and muted.
I didn't know what I felt. Not quite regret, nor shame, but not peace either.
Then I sat up, pulling the sheets around me. The bed was large, too large, the black silk now twisted around my legs
