HAZEL
Something didn’t feel right. I woke in a panic, bolting straight up in the bed with a hand clutched against my heart as my eyes searched the dark room. I saw nothing. No one holding a gun to my head or little pinging bullets forever ringing in my nightmares.
Something was amiss, however. The bed beside me was empty and cold, as if nobody had lain there for a while. The panic rose again, and I continued to clutch my chest, my eyes searching the empty room for Corbin.
Did he give me an evening of orgasms and then leave me? No, it was impossible that this ended up like a terrible one-night stand. He had my thumb drive, so he didn’t skip the state and leave me alone in bed. He wouldn’t do that. Right?
Of course not.
It was fine.