I blinked awake, stretching as I looked around my room bathed in the soft, pale light of morning. For a moment, I felt disoriented my eye blurry and trying to focus, my mind struggling to catch up with the events of the night before. Plus my head was killing me. The scent of Adrian lingered faintly on the pillow beside me, and as I shifted, the ache between my legs reminded me that it wasn’t a dream. It was real. It had happened.
I sat up, pulling the sheet around my naked body as my heart raced with a mixture of emotions. Glancing around the room, I realized Adrian was gone. My chest tightened. Had he left without saying goodbye?
The realization hit me like a cold wave, and I looked at the messy sheets, my eyes landing on the red spot that stood out starkly against the fabric. My cheeks
