Knox

The morning light slips through the window and lands across my face, pulling me out of sleep. I blink a few times, disoriented at first, unsure where I am. Then it clicks, the ceiling, the room, my bedroom. My bed feels empty now that Emma is gone.

I stay there for a while, staring up, watching dust drift lazily through the sunlight. 

The memories don’t hit all at once. They ease in, one at a time. The time I fucked her in the kitchen and other places we made love. 

Then more follow, her voice, soft as she moans my name. Damn, I miss those moments.

I remember the...