Cara stirred awake to the soft rustling of curtains and the golden glow of morning light filtering through the windows.
Her body was still heavy with exhaustion, but the warmth wrapped around her like a soft embrace.
She stretched slightly, then winced as a familiar soreness pulsed between her thighs.
Her pussy was tender—no surprise, considering what she and Ross had done for hours on end the night before.
Still, she had expected worse. Oddly enough, the ache was fleeting.
After a few steady breaths, the discomfort seemed to dissolve, leaving behind only a faint throb and a vivid memory that made her cheeks flush and her lips curl into a smile.
She brushed a strand of hair from her face, blinked a few times, and glanced around.
Ross wasn't beside her.
The bed, once wild with movement, was now empty and silent, the covers still tangled and warm where he had lain.
Her heart gave a soft flutter—disappointment, curiosity, maybe even a touch of longing.
