Dahlia

I wake in a bed that isn’t mine, and for a second, I forget where I am.

“Shit...” I press the bottom side of my palm to my forehead, my head spinning. “Right... right. We found an inn last night and then...”

Images of Alaric fucking me hit my brain and my cheeks turn hot. The sheets still hold his warmth, but he is gone. Did he go out for fresh air? Probably for the best. My body aches for him and for wanting to be wanted by him. It’s torture.

“Am ...