I jolt awake, immediately reaching out for a familiar warmth, only to encounter an icy void where Aamon was. His side of the bed is already cold as if he never spent the night at all. Blinking away the last remnants of sleep, I rise from the bed. My eyes take in the daylight-soaked room, strikingly more breathtaking than the night before.
At the foot of the bed, neatly folded clothes attract my attention. I reach for them: blue denim jeans, a shirt, a leather jacket, high heel boots, and even a lacy bra and thong.
Questions whirl in my mind. How did Aamon know my size? Where did he get the clothes from? And all from designer brands? The whole situation is a mystery, but I decide to put it aside and clean up before confronting Aamon.
A hot shower helps wash away the remnants of sleep and
