Sunlight streamed through the heavy curtains, waking me up. I groaned, pulling the covers over my head.
My body ached. Everywhere.
Memories of the night before flooded my mind. Adrian’s hands, his mouth, the way he commanded my body. We hadn't slept until dawn. We had explored every inch of each other, a frenzy of pent-up aggression and raw need.
I rolled over and reached out, expecting to find him.
The bed was empty.
I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest. The room was silent. I was alone.
A cold knot formed in my stomach. Of course he was gone. He got what he wanted. The rehearsal was over.
I climbed out of bed, wincing slightly. I found my clothes scattered on the floor—my ruined blouse, my jeans. I grabbed his shirt from the night before and buttoned it up. It smelled like hi
