Sunlight streamed through the cave entrance when Laura opened her eyes. She stretched, a smile lingering on her lips before she realized she was alone on the fur bedding. Her hand reached for Dante, finding only empty space, already cold.
She sat up, wrapping a fur around her naked body. The events of last night flooded back in vivid detail—Dante's hands on her skin, his lips against her neck, the way he'd looked at her as if she were the moon itself.
"Get it together," she muttered, feeling her cheeks heat up.
Laura stood and found her clothes neatly folded nearby. As she dressed, her body hummed with the memory of Dante's touch. Every movement reminded her of how their bodies had moved together, how he'd whispered her name like a prayer.
"Stop thinking about it," she told herself fir
