Anna's POV
Sunlight filtered through the crack in the curtains, hitting my face with annoying precision. I fully woke up, propping myself to scan the empty hotel room. The digital clock on the nightstand read 12:07. The space beside me held only the ghost of his presence a slight depression in the mattress. Nothing more.
Gone. Of course.
I shouldn't have felt disappointed.
This was exactly what our arrangement entailed-no strings, no morning afters, no awkward goodbyes.
I wrapped the sheet around myself and padded across the plush carpet to the window, yanking the curtains open with more force than necessary.
Outside, the sun shone brilliantly—a rare perfect day.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Rachel.
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes with clean clothes," she said when I answered.
Rachel was nothing if not efficient. By the time she arrived, I'd managed to shower and wrap myself in one of the hotel's luxurious robes.
