Briggs’ POV
I don’t remember falling asleep. One second, I’m in the living room, grabbing water, trying to cool down after the longest night I’ve had in a while, and the next—I’m waking up.
The early morning sun is creeping through the glass windows, sharp and intrusive, landing directly across my face like it has a personal issue with me.
I blink once, twice.
“…shit.”
My body reacts before my mind fully catches up.
I sit up immediately, running a hand over my face, the events from last night snapping back into place one after the other.
Her, the balcony, the way she said my name. The way I—
I stand up fast, too fast. And head straight for the room. The door is still slightly open, and I push it fully, and stop.
Empty.
The bed untouched, the air… different. She’s gone. I stare at
