By the time Arielle stirred, it was already past noon. In fact, it was her hunger that had awoken her. As a disciplined person, she had never overslept to that extent before. Evidently, it was a testament to how passionate Vinson was in bed last night.
She looked to her side instinctively after forcing herself to sit up with her whole body aching.
When she noticed the empty pillow, she reached out to feel it and realized it was no longer warm.
Vinson must have left early in the morning.
Breaking out a self-deprecating smile, she ruffled her hair.
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