Cassie’s POV
I woke up to the afternoon sun soaking through the curtains, warm and quiet against my skin. The room was still, and for a few seconds, I stayed frozen, like waking up too fast might bring the memory of what happened crashing into me too soon. But it came anyway. His hands on me, his sultry voice, his breath on my skin and body over mine. I couldn't believe that the morning at nine a.m happened, when everything I thought I had control over slipped through my fingers.
My thighs still ached slightly, and my chest tightened as I turned and saw the empty space beside me.
He wasn't there.
I swallowed, assuming he might be out in the parlor or his room. And I couldn't help but feel relieved not waking up to him yet. It felt easier this way, not having to see him and guessing ho
