As Carlton stirred awake, he rolled over reaching out instinctively, but his hand met only cold sheets. Groggily, he opened his eyes, blinking against the sunlight filtering into the room.
When he saw the other side of the bed was empty, he sat up, remnants of sleep still clinging to him, and scanned the quiet room.
He glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was ten in the morning.
He frowned, running a hand through his tousled hair.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet on the plush carpet.
He stood, stretching, and took a slow lap around the suite. Her clothes were gone. The only trace of her was the subtle fragrance that still hung in the air.
Her scent lingered in the room, a faint tantalizing reminder of her presence.
He remembered the night vividly,
