Allyson's POV
The aroma of fresh pastries drifted through the air, pulling me from sleep. My stomach responded with a soft rumble as I stretched beneath the silky sheets. Despite wanting to burrow deeper into the warmth of the bed, especially after the intensity of the previous evening, hunger won the battle.
The previous evening.
Heat rushed through my body as I remembered Michael's hands exploring every curve, his whispered words against my skin, the way he worshipped my body until I was breathless and trembling. The ghost of his touch still lingered on my flesh, making my pulse quicken.
Sitting up slowly, I felt the sheets pool around my waist. A flush crept up my neck when I realized my complete nakedness beneath the soft fabric.
I pulled the sheet up to my chest and looked toward Michael's side of the bed. Empty and cold.
"Michael?" I whispered into the quiet room, receiving only silence in return.
