Aria’s POV

The other side of the bed was cold.

I frowned and looked properly this time. The sheets were rumpled, pillows out of place, but there was nobody. The man I was with last night must have gone before I had the chance to wake up.

My chest tightened.

Of course.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet touching the floor as I sat there, shoulders slumping slightly. A familiar bitterness settled in my stomach.

Maybe he was ashamed to look me in the eyes ...