Lena

The first thing I felt was light. It poured through the tall glass windows and burned against my closed eyes until I turned my head away. The sheets beneath me were soft, smooth, and smelled faintly of him.

I didn’t move at first. For a second, I didn’t even remember where I was. Then the memories came crashing back—the VVIP lounge, the elevators, this hotel room…

My throat felt dry. I sat up slowly, clutching the blanket to my chest. I peered around; the room was large, expensively decorated. His jacket was draped over the armchair, a faint reminder that last night had actually happened.

He was gone.

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