I woke up still wrapped in his sheets.
They smelled like him. Like smoke and cedar, and something darker underneath, something that made my belly tighten. The sun slanted in through the tall windows of Kyl's penthouse, painting soft gold across his sharp edged furniture. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to the faint hum of the city far below us.
I wasn’t panicking.
I wasn’t rushing to gather my clothes, or looking for my shoes under the bed. My body ached in all the right ways, a tender hum of sore muscles and leftover pleasure. But I didn’t feel used.
I felt…
Warm. Full. Confused.
Kyl’s side of the bed was empty, the sheets still warm.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard a low curse. A loud thump. Something hit the counter.
I slid out of bed, pulling his shirt around my bo
