It was early in the morning and Marcus could hear the cuckoo of the birds from the outside.
His eyes fluttered open and as his vision turned from blur to clear, the ceiling above him came into focus.
For a second, he didn't move.
Just laid there, letting the quiet settle in.
Marcus blinked once, then turned his head slightly to the side.
Empty.
Elaina wasn't there.
The spot beside him was already cool, the blanket slightly folded like someone had gotten up a while ago.
"She woke up early," he muttered.
Marcus exhaled and pushed himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He sat there for a moment, elbows resting on his thighs as he rubbed his eyes with one hand.
His body still felt it. The night. The memory came back clearly. He couldn't believe he had done it to her twice, and it felt so euphoric to the point thinking about it just made him feel hard again.
Marcus glanced down briefly, then let out a small huff.
"Seriously."
