Sienna woke Wednesday morning alone in her oversized bed feeling bereft. Alvar had made love to her for hours the night before and when he’d dragged his own ass out of the bed at midnight, he’d complained he didn’t want to leave her, making her confused heart even more stunned. He’d even crawled back onto the bed after he had been fully dressed, told her how beautiful she was with her bloodshot eyes, swollen lips and tangled hair and voiced his irritation at not being able to stay and hold her. He had kissed her one last time and had even paused at the bedroom door after tucking her into the bed to wink at her before leaving.
She was f****d. Figuratively and literally.
“Get your s**t together Doctor Lawrence,” she chastised herself. “The s*x is amazing. The companionship is stellar, but
