Chances, Choices, and Changes (2)

Jess gingerly twisted the doorknob of Noah's bedroom. She pushed the door at once and Noah's familiar scent assaulted her olfactory senses. 

Standing on the threshold of his bedroom, she faced a white wall and a huge painting hanging up on the wall under a console table. The painting has a welcoming feel to it. She took a deep breath and stepped inside Noah's bedroom. 

She looked down at her feet and watched them take the first step inside the room. Once she was inside, she slowly scanned the room, taking in everything she saw. 

On her left was the balcony with its floor-to-ceiling glass sliding door. A thick black-out curtain was hanging on it. 

'He doesn't like sleeping with lights.' 

She swept her eyes to her right and saw a king-size bed, facing the balcony. Side tables were placed on either side, and a bedroom bench was on the foot of his bed.