And now I am regretting it. The fuck. Right now her scent is fucking me up and she is not even here on the bed.
Is she even in the room?
I sat up slowly on the bed, using the bedsheet to cover myself. The fabric slid over my skin and I tightened it around my chest, gripping it with one hand. My head felt heavy. My body still felt warm from last night. I looked down at my shoulder. The rogue wolf scratch had already healed. That was new. Normally, deep wounds took days to heal. Thank goodness.
I searched around the room, turning my head slowly, looking for her. Her scent was strong, heavy in the air, clinging to everything, but she wasn't around. It lingered on the sheets. On my skin. In the air I breathed.
So I stood up, properly wrapping the bedsheet around me before taking a step forward. My bare feet touched the floor and I paused for a moment, trying to steady myself.
Then I tried to trace her scent. It led me to another door in the room.
