Sweet Aftermath

Avery

I woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, my body deliciously sore in places I'd forgotten existed. The silk sheets whispered against my bare skin as I stretched, wincing at the pleasant ache between my legs.

The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cold. No sign of Declan.

"Ow," I muttered, sitting up carefully. My thighs protested the movement, and I discovered