Faye – POV
I woke up, greeted by the sunlight that hinted at the lateness of the morning. As I scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, the room struck me as luxurious. My attention shifted to the hand resting on my body, and my gaze travelled to the man peacefully sleeping beside me. With a sense of disorientation, I rolled out of bed, immediately sensing the soreness in my body and noticing my naked form with clothes scattered about.
A throbbing headache reminded me of a forgotten night; I couldn't recall any details. Examining myself in the mirror, I discovered bite marks, a strange mixture of pleasure and confusion flooding my senses. Instead of feeling ashamed, an odd sense of satisfaction lingered. The realization hit me that my first experience of intimacy was now a blank space in my
