I woke up slowly, my body heavy and warm, wrapped in unfamiliar sheets that smelled like Nico. For one soft, disorienting second, I thought everything that happened last night had been a dream. Then I felt it. The dull, tender soreness between my thighs. The ache in my hips. The way my body still felt opened, claimed, cared for. Definitely not a dream. I rolled onto my side, reaching for him without thinking. The bed was empty. My body tightened. "Nico?" I whispered, my voice hoarse from sleep. Nothing. I pushed myself upright, the sheet slipping down my body, and winced slightly at the movement. My cheeks warmed at the memory of why I felt like this. Slowly, carefully, I stood. That was when I noticed his shirt folded neatly at the edge of the bed. Black. Soft, like he had just taken it off and placed it there for me. I slipped it on instinctively. It swallowed me, the hem brushing mid-thigh, the collar hanging loose against my collarbone. I inhaled without meaning to.
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