When Jessamyn woke, the soft amber light of the evening filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. She lay still for a moment, savoring the lingering tenderness in her body, the quiet remnants of their intimate moment still humming beneath her skin.
Yet, an emptiness tugged at her heart.
Jerrick's warmth was absent from the space beside her, a contrast to what she had come to expect after sharing such a deep connection. Normally, he would hold her close, his presence grounding her, especially after moments like these when emotions ran high.
She sat up slowly, letting her fingers trace the indent in the bed where he should have been. A frown creased her brow as she recalled the vulnerability she had revealed in the heat of their passion.
