Jamie awoke slowly stretching his sore limbs.The room was unfamiliar in the way luxury often was—too large, too quiet, too perfect. Pale moonlight crept through tall curtains, washing the walls in silver. For a moment, he stayed still, staring at the ceiling, his body heavy, mind fogged with fragments of the night before. Warm hands. Powerful thrusts. The heat. Breath at his ear.Matteo. His stomach filled with butterflies. He body felt pleasantly sore and ached in all the right places.Surprisingly it was still dark the sun hasn't risen yet.Jamie turned onto his side.The bed beside him was empty.The sheets were still warm though. That meant Matteo had just gotten up. But this was his room, were could he have gone?A flicker of unease settled in his chest.“Matteo?” His voice sounded small in the vast room.No answer.Jamie pushed himself upright, the blanket slipping down his bare shoulders. His heart began to beat faster—not in panic, not yet, he just didn't know what yet. He
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