I wake up to soreness and warmth, muscles stretched and satisfied in a way I've never quite felt before. Every inch of my body hums with lingering pleasure, a testament to last night. My fingers curl into the sheets, the scent of Zane still faintly clinging to the fabric, and I exhale a deep breath before rolling over.
The other side of the bed is empty.
Not that I expected him to be here—Zane was too much of a workaholic for that—but a tiny, ridiculous part of me had thought maybe… just maybe.
Shaking the thought away, I stretch lazily before finally dragging myself out of bed and into the luxurious en-suite bathroom. The motion-sensor lights flicker on as I step inside, illuminating the sleek black marble, automated temperature controls, and the ethereal blue glow of the water-repelling nanoshield that kept the floors dry no matter how much steam filled the air.
