Riley's POV

I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and an empty bed.

The silk sheets were cold where Brett had been. Only the faint indent in the pillow beside me proved last night had been real.

My body ached in places that reminded me of his touch of the way he'd worshiped me with desperate hands and broken whispers. Of how he'd held me afterward like I was something precious.

But now? Now I was alone.

I wrapped the sheet around myself and padded to the bathroom. My ...