Arissa's heavy eyelids propped open. Her hands moved down to her waist but not even a finger was there. She blinked in disbelief before searching her memory.
Though she was drunk, she was sure she felt him last night. He had brought her to the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist. She knew what she had felt.
If he had not wrapped her that way, she would have slept on the sofa which means he did cradle her in his arms.
With heavy eyes, she turned to the other side of the bed. Disappointment greeted her when she saw the other part of the bed empty - even cold.
She faced her previous position before rubbing her forehead. Hangover visited her again and she felt drained. She sat up on the bed and glanced around the room.
A forsaken sigh left her lips when there was no trace of him in the room. She dropped dejectedly on the bed.
