NADIA'S POV

I'd woken up the next morning to find his side of the bed empty, the lingering scent of him the only trace that he'd been there. I blinked against the early light filtering through the room, a feeling of quiet settling over me. My mind slowly brought back flashes of the night before, the intensity of his pressure, his touch, the way he left no room for resistance.

My fingers touched the sheets beside me, it was faintly warm, as if he'd only recently left. I got up, brushing my fingers through my hair, my mind swimming with questions, though one echoed louder than the others. Realizing I...