Ella
The morning light streaming through the delicate lace curtains roused me from a surprisingly restful sleep.
As my senses fully awoke, I became acutely aware of the unfamiliar surroundings once more. Stretching languidly, my fingertips brushed the lavish silk sheets enveloping me, a sharp contrast to the mundane beddings I was used to. For some reason, my thoughts instantly sought Logan.
Dragging myself out of the decadence of the bed, I wrapped a robe around my form and cautiously made my way downstairs.
The scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon tantalizingly teased my senses as I entered the dining room. A sumptuous breakfast was spread out before me on the long table, yet Logan’s seat was conspicuously empty.
Puzzled, I glanced around. “Logan?” I cal
