The next morning, the soft glow of sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. The air was thick with silence, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the nightstand.
I blinked, disoriented for a moment before everything from last night came rushing back. The way Dr. Parker had touched me. The way I had let him.
The space beside me was empty, but the warmth lingering on the sheets told me he hadn’t been gone for long. I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around me as I scanned the room. My dress was draped over the chair, my undergarments discarded somewhere on the floor.
The sound of running water drifted in from the bathroom. He was still here.
I exhaled, unsure of what I was supposed to feel. Relief? Regret?
Before I could decide, the b
