14 Chapter 14

Colt's POV

Of course, she left!

SHE COULDN'T just wait until I woke up, could she?

How dumbass of me to believe she enjoyed what we shared last night? I thought it was amazing—like brain-plaguing-mind-blowing amazing.

Iris' warm body sprawled around me, her hair spread all over my pillow with her breath tickling my neck, and my arm wrapped over the curve of her waist—that was what I imagined waking up this morning—not a cold and an empty space beside me.

Her gun on my nightstand was gone. Nothing was left aside from the smell of post-sex on my bed and condom wrappers on the floor to remind me that last night was real, and I could still feel being inside her—how good she felt, how sweet she tasted, how her moan sounded like, the stung and bruises she left on my shoulders and back.