Emily's POV
I woke slowly, awareness returning in fragments. Warmth. Softness. The lingering scent of cologne mixed with something distinctly masculine and intimate. My body ached in places that hadn't ached in years, a sweet soreness that made heat flood my cheeks even before I opened my eyes.
Last night.
Oh God. Last night.
The memories came rushing back in vivid detail. Victor's hands on my body. His mouth on mine. The way he'd groaned my name as I took him into my mouth. The feeling of him inside me, filling me completely.
My eyes flew open, and the first thing I noticed was the empty space beside me.
Victor was gone.
The sheets where he'd been were still warm, but cooling. The pillow still held the indent of his head. But he wasn't there.
I felt a rush of disappointment.
He left.
The thought came swift and vicious. He woke up, realized what we'd done, and left. Just like that. Like I was some one night stand he needed to escape from before things got awkward.
