The soft glow of morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming my skin and pulling me out of a deep, satisfied sleep.
My body ached, but it was the kind of ache that reminded me of just how hard Nicholas had taken me last night.
His scent was still in the sheets, and on my skin.
I blinked, as my heart pounded from the memory of his mouth on mine, as his body pinned me down, while his voice growling filthy words in my ear as he f****d me over and over.
I turned slowly, expecting to see him there, but the bed was empty.
I sat up fast, clutching the blanket to my chest, as my eyes darted around the room, but there was no sign of him.
The bathroom door was half open. I heard the faint sound of water running inside; I guess he was in there.
I could have stayed and waited until
