OLIVIA
I stirred with a low groan, the sheets twisted tightly around my legs. My head felt heavy, and my body ached in ways that brought heat to my cheeks, pulling me back to the memory of last night.
Stretching slowly, I reached across the bed, and my arm fell over the pillow beside me.
My brows drew together.
The space where Dante should’ve been was empty and his side was already cold, the pillow still faintly indented. A dull ache pressed against my chest and I pouted. He was gone.
Where did he go? Did he leave that early?
I sighed and pushed myself upright, rubbing at my eyes with the back of my hand. My hair tumbled into my face, messy and wild. And a yawn slipped past my lips as I looked around the quiet room.
Glancing at the bedside table, I noticed the Nest Hub glowing faint
