Damon
The bed was too cold.
I reached for her instinctively, hand splaying across rumpled sheets and warmth that had already begun to fade. My brows furrowed. My eyes snapped open.
The morning sun bled through the sheer curtains, casting a golden haze across the bed...her bed
Gone.
Was this her thing? sneaking out after s*x?
A curse slipped past my lips as I sat up, sheets falling to my lap, body still thrumming from the memory of the night before.
Her taste was still on my tongue. Her moans echoed in my ears. Her name Wren had never sounded as broken and divine as it had when I’d whispered it against her neck, chest, and thighs.
And now she was gone?
No.
Not after what we shared. Not after I watched her fall apart in my arms, clutching me like I was the only man left in the worl
