Natasha.
I awoke to the sounds of bird chirping, light threatening to filter through the drawn curtains and an empty cold bed. I frowned, allowing my eyes to scan the room for any sign of Aiden, yet there was nothing. I stretched my hand towards my phone resting on the bedside drawer and tapped on it. It was 9 in the morning.
Grumbling, I sat up, securing the sheets around my naked body as memories from last night filled my head. Heat rose from my stomach and fluttered around before it settled back. Now that I thought about it, it was better that Aiden wasn't here when I had awoken. Because, how in the world was I supposed to face him?
How do you face a man you've seen naked? A man you've asked to... make you scream? A man who had kissed the scars on your arms and neck while you pretend
