*Gwen's POV*
I rolled over and stretched my arm across the bed, only to feel emptiness beside me. I opened my eyes and didn't see Darick beside me. The candles were blown out, and the window was slightly cracked, letting in a mild cool breeze.
I grabbed a pair of clothes from the Old Navy bag that Isabella had given me and pulled out a few outfits to choose from. I was leaning toward the red knit sweater with the black and red cat paw print leggings. Isabella had good taste in fashion.
I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, trying not to smile as I thought about my encounter with Darick last night. s**t! I was glowing and wondered if everyone would know what happened. What would they think? I spat the toothpaste in the sink and rinsed my mouth out.
Why should I care about what
