ELENE
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The sun rays filtered through the windows, their light falling on my naked frame on the bed.
A soft wince escaped me as I used my hand to shield the sunlight from burning my iris.
When I turned, he was gone. Fredrick was gone.
That was expected. It was a one night stand. Scott had told me an unspoken rule of one night stand is to never let the person wake up to meet you.
Managing to sit, every part of my body hurt. But it wasn’t the bad kind of hurt. It was the “you’ve been f**k properly kind of hurt.”
After stretching, I crawled out of bed and searched for my clothes that sprawled across the floor. I picked them up and slipped into them before packing my hair into a loose bun.
I stared at the room one more time, like I was relishing a memory before I shut the door be
