Axton
My head is spinning as my eyes flutter open to stare at the ceiling. My hand reaches across the bed, feeling for Elena; I vaguely remember her coming to sleep here last night. Yet, where I thought she would be is bare, the space is cold. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up, glancing toward the bathroom door, wondering if she went to take a shower.
My mouth is dry, my eyes throbbing, and my head pulsates.
“Elena?” I call out, rubbing my temples before eyeing the bottle of water on the bedside table. Relief floods me, and I snatch it, twisting the cap and downing the entire thing. I drank far too much last night, so much so I barely remember the dinner itself. Last night is hazy, yet my desire for her is strong.
Setting the bottle down, I wander to the bathroom, feeling Khan awaken. I h
