Serena
The bed was cold when I turned over.
For a moment, I thought Damien had just gone to the bathroom, but when I reached out, the space beside me was completely empty.
His pillow was cold too. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It was still early, but Damien was never an early riser, so where the hell was he?
I pushed the blanket aside, wincing a little from the soreness between my thighs. Last night had been… a lot. We'd made love with a different eagerness and the way he held me, it felt rough but intense, like he needed me.
I smiled faintly at the memory before dragging myself out of bed. I showered quickly, threw on a simple dress, and went downstairs, hoping to find him maybe in the kitchen again, preparing something like he did the other day.
But he wasn't there. The dining table was empty. The sitting room too. The house felt unusually quiet. I checked the study, the balcony, even the front porch, but there was no sign of him anywhere.
