NIRELLE

When my eyes flutter open in the morning, I am alone in bed, and by the time I can understand my surroundings, I can tell that Lucien is not in the room. With how uncomfortable I had felt in his arms last night, no one would believe that I was actually sad not to be in them by the time I woke up in the morning. I take my phone and scroll through social media while waiting for him, and an hour passes without him coming, which makes me worry a bit.

He knew I was going to be awake soon but ...