Chapter 4

I wake up slowly. There’s a deep, sensitive ache between my thighs, a soft reminder of yesterday's bad decisions. For a few seconds, I’m half-asleep, warm, expecting the heaviness of his arm around my waist, his breath against the back of my neck, all from the man who swore never to touch me again.

My hand reaches out, stupidly, automatically—

And finds nothing.

The sheets are cold. His side of the bed is untouched, like he’d never been here at all. No warmth, no imprint, ...