Avery POV
I reached for him in my sleep, my arm stretching across the bed with the familiarity of someone who had been touched, held, and ruined in the best way. My palm searched blindly, expecting to find skin—warm and solid, maybe even the lazy rise and fall of his chest.
But there was nothing.
No warmth. No heartbeat. Just the cool slide of freshly tucked sheets beneath my fingers.
My brows furrowed before my eyes even opened. My body stirred slowly, sore in ways I hadn't felt in a long time—my thighs ached, the insides of my knees were still tender, and there was a subtle, throbbing ache between my legs that reminded me exactly how last night had ended.
When I finally blinked against the sunlight, the first thing I noticed was how spotless everything looked.
The sheets were no
