Claire's POV
My face feels like it's on fire, the rays from the sun slipping through the blinds are burning straight on my face. I wake with a groan, my body heavy and tired.
My mind jostles right back to the events leading up to now and a stupid smile slips up on my face. Louis.
I didn't expect him to be so…..good.
But then when I feel for him on the other side of the bed, it's cold to the touch. Empty and bare. There's no trace of him anywhere and if not for the rumpled sheet he left in his wake and the faint scent of him, I'd have thought I imagined it all.
Where had he gone so early?
A small crease formed between my brows. "Did he already leave…?"
I swung my legs over the bed, grabbing my robe. "Could've at least said something," I muttered under my breath.
Still, I shrugged it off.
But my heart sank as I thought about it, he could've at least waited till I woke.
