The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Angela stirred, every movement reminded her of what they'd shared, an experience that was both exhilarating and bewildering. As she stretched, she realized with a pang of surprise that she was alone. The bed beside her was empty, the sheets cool.
Her senses registered the faint scent of leather and musk that clung to the sheets, reminding her of the night before. Her muscles ached, a faint soreness that lingered, a physical reminder of Edmund's intensity. Yet, as her mind pieced together fragments of the night, a strange blend of vulnerability, exhilaration, and confusion washed over her. She reached instinctively for the space beside her, her fingers brushing cold, empty sheets.
She sat up, pulling
