~Aspen's pov~
I woke up a few minutes ago, and Rylan's side of the bed was cold. It must have been empty for a while. I'm not going to overthink it. Or even think about last night. Overthinking could lead to problems. Like feelings, which are not here- I can tell you that for sure. I don't know what room Olive and Xavier are in, and I'm trying to find them. Just walking around in Rylan's shirt is embarrassing.
But there isn't a single guard in sight.
He did mention that this is his private floor so I shouldn't be too surprised that it doesn't have security. Rylan is quite capable- or should I say beyond capable of defending himself from any attack.
The halls stretched long, and I glanced at the windows and balconies as I walked by. Wyndora will never not be beautiful.
This place i
