Raven’s POV
The rich smell of premium coffee, the kind you find back in California in a gourmet coffee shop, began to awaken my senses from my sated slumber. As I leisurely turned with in the coverings, the remembrance of last night lingered, as every single inch of my flesh still tingled from his touch.
“Mmm…” mumbled softly from my lips, as I remained still practically asleep, while images of last night began to replay behind my closed eyelids.
Blindly, I reached out beside me, craving an encore of last night’s performance, but unfortunately, my hand fell short of doing so. Instead, the palm of my hand hit the unoccupied cotton fabric of the sheets beside me, making a whimper now slip from my lips, as my eyes slowly began to flutter open, wondering where Chase could possibly be.
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