Kerris POV

The bed feels cool and empty when I come awake.

I move, hoping to feel the warmth of Zach's broad chest beside me. But he's not here.

Maybe last night was all a dream. One that feels far too real as I open my eyes and stare at the rumpled sheets.

I inhale deeply, taking in his lingering masculine scent. Maybe the fragrance too is in my head.

The dull, sweet ache between my legs says otherwise. Last night is as real as the sheets beneath my fingers.

Panic and disappointment set in as I sit up.

Zach wasn't entirely himself when he came to me. In fact,...