Fawn's POV
I stretched lazily, my body almost protesting after being given a s****l workout last night. The sheets next to me were cold. Empty. I ran my hand over the vacant space where Blake's body should have been, the indent in the pillow the only evidence he'd been there at all.
"Frigging typical," I muttered, pushing myself up against the headboard.
The digital clock on his nightstand read 7:23 AM. Too early for someone who'd spent half the night being thoroughly and repeatedly f****d. My thighs still trembled when I shifted, my lips felt swollen.
Blake had certainly made up for any missed time this body had experienced in one night. Then slipped out before dawn like the whole thing had been a terrible mistake.
His hot-and-cold act was really starting to piss me off. One minute h
