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Chapter 89

Author: Cherish
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-27 21:37:30

The sheets smelled faintly of him.

I stirred slowly, eyes fluttering open to a room washed in pale morning light. For a moment, disoriented, I thought I was still dreaming. Then the memories from last night tumbled back in vivid fragments—his hands, his mouth, his voice whispering my name like a vow. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I buried my face into the pillow with a groan.

"Gods," I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut. My heart wouldn't stop racing, replaying everything with a sharpness that made me both giddy and embarrassed.

But when I reached for him, my hand brushed only empty sheets.

He was gone.

The realisation made my chest tighten. Not in anger—not yet—but in a quiet ache, as though the warmth of last night had been carried away with him. I sat up slowly, tugging the blanket tighter around me. My body protested the movement; every muscle felt heavy, drained, as though he had pulled every ounce of energy from me.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, trying to stand. My kne
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