Reed
I woke up alone in bed, and for a second, I thought Rayne had gone to the bathroom. But when I stretched out my arm and felt only cold sheets, I frowned. It was still early—barely 9AM—and Rayne never left without telling me. Not unless something urgent had come up. I called out lazily, voice still hoarse from sleep. “Rayne?”
No answer.
Odd.
I pushed myself up on my elbows and instantly regretted it. My entire body ached—hips, thighs, even the small of my back. Last night had been intense. Rayne had been wild, almost desperate with how he touched me, held me, f****d me like he couldn’t get enough. The soreness was a delicious reminder of that. I smiled faintly to myself and exhaled, not exactly eager to move but forcing myself to anyway.
Dragging the robe off the headboard, I slid
