Chapter 10 - SophieI’m not sure what I expected, but the following morning when I roll over in the gigantic bed, Drake is already gone. The crinkled white Egyptian cotton sheets are the only bit of evidence he’d been there at all. He was a good sleeping companion. Quiet and true to his word, he didn’t try anything with me.
I stretch leisurely and take my time rolling from the bed. In the opulent bathroom, I debate taking a shower—I’m dying to use the luxurious steam shower with its six shower heads, but decide instead to make it brief in case Drake is expecting me downstairs.
After smoothing my hair down in the mirror, I wander downstairs in search of coffee. The house is completely silent. As I pass by room after room on my way to the kitchen, it feels like I’m walking through a museum.
