ROWANNE'S POV.
The morning crept in softly, but last night lingered, undeniably. Consciousness came slowly, and with it, so did every sensation Eli had left behind. His touch. His kiss. His words.
They wrapped around me like a drug, refusing to let go. But most of all, there was the sharp sting between my thighs, a reminder that I had crossed a line I could never uncross. I had made love with Eli, Jett’s younger brother.
The thought clawed at me as I shifted onto my stomach. My hand instinctively stretched across the bed but all I met was emptiness. The sheets were cold as if the body that had been there just hours ago had never existed. My heart stuttered painfully in my chest. Slowly, I opened my eyes, afraid of what I already knew I’d see.
The bed was empty. No trace of him at all.
