Nicolai looked around, and his eyes fell on the familiar ceiling, he sat up straight on his bed. The blanket slipped down from his torso as he did so. The fuck? What was he doing sleeping in here? He usually didn't come here unless—
With a jerk, he looked around the bedroom, now that his head was clear, he recalled sitting right against the bed waiting for Ari to finish with her bath and then— what happened after that?
Did he climb on the bed and go to sleep?
Nope. That was simply impossible. He was a stubborn motherfucker, unless Ari was out of the bathing room and back into his arms he wouldn't have gone to sleep. Then …
His gaze lingered on the bed which was covered with freshly washed and ironed sheets, even the room freshener of his room was working. He could hear the little puffs of the machine as he filled the room with a soft, yet warm scent of amber and his favourite vodka.