I wake up when the sun rays warm up my face. For a minute or two, I stretch and turn from one side to another breathing in the amazing smell around me – pinewood and grapefruit. And then it hits me.
I jump up in the bed, completely naked under the black satin sheets and completely alone in the room. The memories from yesterday are overflowing my head and I bury myself in pillows turning completely red. What have I done? I mean, what have I let him do to me? And why on Earth? Do I have half a brain or something? Why, why, why?
Thank Goddess at least I am alone here. So I can die of embarrassment all on my own. I wrap myself in one of the sheets when I notice a crimson coloured rose on the bedside table with a note: ‘Miss you already, little one. See you at dinner tonight. Yesterday
