Half asleep, I rolled to my left to cuddle with my incubus. Instead of his ripped, warm body, my hands landed on the cold sheets. My fingers searched for him around my bed but couldn’t find him. “Desmond,” I called for him in my morning woolly voice. Still, no response came. Once I opened my eyes, I found the space next to me empty and unwrinkled. There wasn't a trace of anyone having laid on the sheet. “Where did he go?” I yawned and covered my gaping mouth. The needles on the ...