Hannah's POV
I woke up to an empty bed, the space next to me cold. Christian was gone. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and feeling disoriented. My heart sank as I looked around the room, hoping to see some sign of him, his jacket tossed over a chair, his phone charging by the nightstand. But there was nothing.
I had no idea when he'd left, but the emptiness I felt was unbearable. The events of last night played in my head, over and over again. The way he'd dragged me in the house, the anger, the intensity of his touch, and then...the silence after.
The way we had made love, or maybe it was more like him trying to claim me, to stake his territory in a way that had left me breathless and overwhelmed. But now, in the cold light of morning, I felt hollow.
Had it even been love? Or was it just his frustration and fear of losing me?