Khael's POV
I woke up a little disoriented and groggy. It took me a few minutes to remember where I was and what happened last night.
A smile tugged at my lips and I turned around on the bed expecting to see Han beside me but I met empty space.
"Huh?!" I sat abruptly and touched the bed. It was cold which means he left a while ago but his scent still lingered on the sheets.
"Where had he gone?" I muttered and got off the bed. My whole body ached and my limbs complained as I waddled to the bathroom.
It still feels surreal, if not that I am here now and looking at the hickies on my neck and shoulders, I would have thought I dreamt the whole thing like I had done a few times in the past.
"Look at this" I thought while checking the red spots on my skin and something else caught my attention.
Close to the back of my neck was a red mark not looking exactly like a hickey.
I rubbed a finger across it, trying to see it properly and I felt a bump.
"What the hell?"
