CHAPTER THREERYDER POVMy hand reached across the bed automatically, searching for warmth, for her, and found nothing but cold sheets.She was gone.I sat up slowly, running a hand through my hair, and looked around the bedroom. Her clothes were gone. The bathroom door stood open but there was no sound of water running, no hint of movement anywhere in the penthouse.She'd left. I should've expected it. Girls like her… the genuine ones, the ones who kissed like they were drowning and looked at you like you were the only thing keeping them afloat, they always ran. Especially the morning after, when reality came crashing back and they realized they'd spent the night with a stranger.But damn if it didn't sting a little.I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling, and let myself replay last night. The way she'd looked in that bar, devastated and defiant all at once. The way she'd kissed me like she was trying to erase someone else. The way she'd fallen apart in my arm
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