[Gabrielle’s POV]
I nod and motion for Trent to lead the way. For a moment, he doesn’t move as he continues to just take me in with that damned hurt puppy look of his that always used to get under my skin when we were kids.
“Is the kitchen where I’ll be sleeping?” I ask, feeling my insides beginning to stir. “Should I just curl up like a kitten on the counter?”
“No,” Trent says, finally snapping out of it. “This way.”
Feeling a wave of relief, I jump off the counter and begin to follow Trent through his probably million-dollar mansion until we reach a room at the end of a long hall.
“This will be your room.” He says, pulling the door open and then stepping aside so that I can go in.
When I do, I feel my eyes widen as I take in the area around me from the large king bed that is fixed
