Sunlight filtered in from behind the blinds she’d apparently forgotten to close the night before, and the bed was deliciously warm. Burrowing back down, she pulled the covers around her shoulders and closed her eyes, luxuriating in the hint of soreness in her muscles. But then it all came back to her in a rush of heat—the reason she’d forgotten to draw her blinds. The reason why she was so sore. She shot up, blinking her eyes open as the too-bright world around her swam. Cole. She patted the other side of the bed only to find it cold, and a sliver of ice formed behind her ribs. He was supposed to be here. He’d finally broken down, that wall he kept around himself crumbling before her eyes, and then he’d given in. He’d kissed her. Her whole body tingled with the rush of sense-memory, and she dragged her fingertips over her lips just to remind herself it had been real. He’d put his mouth on her and made her come and made love to her.
