Chapter 8
I woke to an empty bed and a sore body. I had vague recollections of Holden walking me to my bedroom, cleaning me up, and tucking me in. I couldn’t remember anything after that. It was still light outside, and a glance at the bedside clock said it was only late afternoon. Good. I hadn’t slept too long. Reminding myself that I was still recovering, and sleeping was okay, I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of loose shorts and a T-shirt, and went in search of Holden.
I was certain he was still in the house. He wouldn’t leave me. Not after what we’d shared. He was a good man, and a good Dom, which meant he was probably hanging out downstairs, waiting for me to wake.
Even though I was entirely confident Holden wouldn’t have left, I was still relieved when I found him in the kitchen
