Elena's POV:
My head is pounding lightly.
A slow, dull ache presses behind my eyes as I blink myself awake, squinting at the dim blur of the room. I push up slowly, forcing myself to sit up.
My eyes dart around the room, searching. There's no sign of him. The only thing that lets me know he was here is the faint smell of his cologne that lingers in the room.
I bring a hand to my head, rubbing gently on it to try and ease the pain.
Blurred images crash into me suddenly. Small pieces of last night.
The server. The cloth being pressed to my face. Marco. I can almost feel his rough touches on my skin.
I squeeze my eyes shut, then the images shift, blur, and morph into someone else entirely.
Broad shoulders. Warm, big hands. The person looks familiar, but his face is not clear.
And then images of myself flicker. I'm completely naked... touching myself.
"Adrian!..."
What was that?
Did I?
No. I wouldn't have.
