Reaching above her head, she went to press her hands against the headboard for a full body stretch. When her hands met spindles instead of solid wood, she froze, and her eyes darted quickly around the room. Where was she? Why wasn’t she— Before she could complete that thought, the events of yesterday filled her mind. Matthew. Cali closed her eyes for a moment and relived every memory—his kisses, his hands. She sighed. He had the most magnificent hands. And when he’d been inside her, it never felt like that in the past. Granted it had been a long time, but still. Her body had responded to him in a way she’d never imagined possible. With contentment, she hummed, reached out with both arms, and finished her stretch but quickly retracted. She was alone. The spot next to her was not only empty; it was cold. Her hand rubbed the sheets again, blindly searching in vain for any lingering heat, hoping he’d left use to the bathroom and just hadn’t yet returned.
