Dahlia's POV
Dawn light filtered through the curtains when I stirred awake, my hand reaching across the mattress only to find cold, empty sheets. Soren had vanished without a trace, leaving behind nothing but the lingering scent of his cologne on the pillow.
My body protested as I pushed myself upright, every fiber aching in ways that reminded me exactly what had transpired between us. The memory sent heat rushing to my cheeks as I realized my white blouse had disappeared entirely, leaving me disoriented and grasping for fragments of the previous evening.
Perhaps Soren hadn't been intimate with anyone in quite some time, I mused, then quickly banished the thought. The drugs could have intensified everything, making the experience more overwhelming than it should have been.
