Biker’s POV
I woke up alone.
For several seconds, I didn’t move.
Sleep still clung to the edges of my mind, making the room feel unfamiliar.
Then I remembered.
The office.
The desk.
Her.
My eyes opened fully.
The space beside me was empty.
I stared at it.
The sheet was slightly rumpled where she had slept, but there was no warmth left in the mattress.
She was gone.
I sat up slowly.
I had no idea when she’d left.
I had no idea how long I’d been asleep.
The last thing I remembered was holding her against my chest while she drifted off beside me.
I remembered the weight of her head against my shoulder.
The softness of her breathing.
The faint scent of her shampoo.
I remembered thinking that I should probably wake her before I fell asleep myself.
I hadn’t.
Apparently, exh
