The bed was so odd without him now.
I stayed curled there longer than I realized. My body felt too heavy, too slow. The s*x had stripped everything from me. I barely registered him leaving. Then it all blurred.
My body still throbbed. My mind stayed foggy. I turned into his pillow and let myself drift again.
It didn't last.
Something yanked me out of sleep. Not a sound. Not a movement. Just pressure. Frustration. It crawled through the bond, sharp and restless. I opened my eyes, already knowing he was heading back. And something was wrong.
I rolled over and buried my face in his pillow. It smelled like him. I pulled it closer and breathed in until my eyes stung.
I wondered how it would smell when we were both marked. When it wasn't just his scent lingering.
He was still holding back
