EMORY'S POV
I was awoken the next morning by a gentle tug and soft kisses all over my cheek. My eyelids fluttered open, and there he was—Geller, already dressed and looking impossibly dashing in his sharp suit.
My heart did a flip at the sight of him, but that flutter was quickly followed by a dull ache in my chest. He was about to leave, and the thought of him being gone for three days made my stomach twist.
Memories of last night flooded me, but I couldn’t recall how we ended up back in our room. I remembered being completely spent yet satisfied, falling asleep in his arms. He must have carried me here.
I sat up against the headboard, suddenly aware of my bare skin. The mixed scent of our passion still clung to me, making my pulse race. I pulled the blanket tightly against my chest,
