"Where is he?" Alexa muttered, scanning the room once more.
There was no note, no sign, nothing to tell her where he had gone.
The room was silent, the air still carrying only the faintest trace of his scent.
Pushing herself off the bed, Alexa made her way to the washroom, her bare feet brushing softly against the cool floor.
She turned on the water, and steam began to fill the small space.
As she slipped into the bath, she leaned back and let the warm water embrace her body—but even there, her thoughts refused to settle.
Her fingers brushed across her skin, and the faintest tingle lingered where he had touched her.
She closed her eyes, remembering the strength of his arms, the heat of his breath, the depth of his voice whispering her name.
The more she tried not to think about it, the more her mind betrayed her with vivid flashes of that night—the sound of their voices, the rhythm of their bodies, the overwhelming pleasure that had blurred everything else away.
