Chloe’s POV

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming my skin as I stretched lazily in bed. A satisfied smirk tugged at my lips as I reminisced about last night. The heat, the desperation—it was everything I needed and more. But pleasure wasn’t the only thing that kept my mind spinning.

I turned over, expecting to find him still beside me, but the sheets were cold and empty. Typical. He was never one for lingering, and honestly, I preferred it that way. Less attachment, fewer complications.

Reaching for my phone, I scrolled through my gallery until I found the subtle picture I’d taken in the heat of the...