Anna stirred awake, a low moan spilling from her lips. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands, sitting up with a groan. She felt sore. Her body ached from the way he'd bent her all night.
Jason.
Her eyes snapped to the space beside her.
Empty.
She frowned. It wasn't just empty, it looked like it wasn't slept in—no rumples, no indent where a body should've been. She ran her hand over it. Cold.
“Maybe he slept in the other room,” She muttered, tossing the duvet aside and pushed to her feet. Her knees gave way and with a yelp, she fell forward.
“Jason, you—you jerk!” She gripped onto the bed, pulling herself up slowly.
With halting steps and quiet winces, she made her way to the bathroom. Anna’s breath hitched as she caught her reflection.
Her hair was a wild nest, knott
