Reed
I woke up alone in bed, and for a second, I thought Rayne had gone to the bathroom. But when I stretched out my arm and felt only cold sheets, I frowned. It was still early—barely 9AM—and Rayne never left without telling me. Not unless something urgent had come up. I called out lazily, voice still hoarse from sleep. “Rayne?”
No answer.
Odd.
I pushed myself up on my elbows and instantly regretted it. My entire body ached—hips, thighs, even the small of my back. Last night had been intense. Rayne had been wild, almost desperate with how he touched me, held me, fucked me like he couldn’t get enough. The soreness was a delicious reminder of that. I smiled faintly to myself and exhaled, not exactly eager to move but forcing myself to anyway.
Dragging the robe off the headboard, I slid it over my shoulders and tied it lazily around my waist, the fabric brushing against the love bites on my chest. I was just about to leave the room in search of my husband when something caught my eye—a s
