Camila woke up with her whole body sore. Her thighs, especially, screamed a dull throb like they'd run a marathon.
Groggy, she blindly tapped the bed beside her, expecting to find Antonio, but her fingers met only cool, empty sheets.
"Yeah, just as I thought," she muttered, a familiar annoyance stirring. Of course, he was gone. Typical. She pulled the blanket off, intending to get up.
Ding!
It wasn't her phone. Her gaze flickered to the nightstand. Antonio's phone sat proudly, screen down.
He wasn't gone after all.
"Damn it, Camila. Always jumping to conclusions." She smacked her head, and with a groan, she swung her legs over the side of the bed.
As her feet touched the floor, they tangled with something solid. She stumbled, a sharp pain shooting up her thigh, and went down with a
