Ella woke up with a start that morning, the eerie feeling that she wasn't in her bed unsettling her and jolting her out of sleep.
It wasn't until her mind had cleared up, that she looked around her surroundings, and felt the soft silk sheets beneath her and his scent.
It was everywhere, clinging to her skin, filling her lungs, and sharp images of last night invaded her mind.
Her cheeks flamed as she replayed everything in her head. She fell back to the bed, covered her burning face with the soft duvet, and screamed as loud as she could, the sound muffled by the thick fabric. She stopped abruptly when she recalled she wasn't in her house and couldn't scream like a banshee -even though the sound was muffled.
What would Kaiden think of her?
Something clicked then, and she threw the blanket off her, sitting up as her eyes scanned the room, her heart dropping when her search came up empty, confirming what she didn't want to:
She had woken up alone.