CLAIRE'S
My hand reached out to the left side of the bed, brushing against the empty space. No one was there. Where did he go? Is he up already?
The early sunlight warmed my face, a contrast to the cold sheets wrapped around me.
The pillows still held the faint, musky scent of our intimacy from last night. Soft and comforting against my face.
Last night was… incredible. Sebastian had been unusually sweet and gentle—something that didn’t happen often these days. And while I appreciated the respect and tenderness, I still wanted the real him—the raw, passionate Sebastian I knew.
Yes, to me, it was making love—because whether I admit it out loud or not, I love him. What started as mere attraction two years ago had grown into something deeper. He made me feel seen, important... like my ha
