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I awoke to an empty bed and a rumbling stomach. I winced when I realized that I was sore; then I promptly blushed when the memories from earlier burst inside my brain.
I pulled the comforter up over my head. But that only made things worse, because it smelled like Rowan. Sighing, I sat up, taking in my surroundings.
I'd never been inside Rowan's house beyond using the bathroom once or twice. I'd assumed it had been like any other bachelor pad, which meant minimal furniture except for maybe a couch, a large TV, and a mattress on the floor. Bonus points if he used cardboard boxes for tables.
I was pleased to see that not only did Rowan have a bed frame, but he also had an actual nightstand. And he had a lamp. And a bookshelf. But I realized quickly that his bookshelf didn't have ma
