Aurora's Point Of View
I woke up to the soft warmth of the morning sun streaming through the curtains, my body wrapped around something soft and firm. For a moment, I sighed in contentment, snuggling closer, my fingers gripping the fabric beneath me. I could still smell him—Eduardo. His scent was everywhere, invading my senses and stirring something deep within me.
Then it hit me.
I wasn’t holding him. I was hugging a pillow. A pillow that, upon closer inspection, had his tank top draped over it. I blinked in confusion, my mind still foggy from sleep. The cool morning air brushed against my bare legs, and that’s when I realized—I wasn’t in my robe anymore. I was wearing one of his shirts, the soft cotton hanging loosely around me.
I sat up abruptly, my heart racing. The events of last
