Her eyes slowly peeled open. She blinked several times until she adjusted to the soft morning light that poured in through the window.
She sat up slowly and rubbed her eyes. Then her gaze fell on the space beside her. The pillow was depressed slightly. Even the sheets were creased.
She reached out and ran her hands over the empty space. It was faintly warm. Eve glanced back at the pillow, her brows drawing together.
Someone had been in her room.
On her bed.
With her.
And for some reason, she didn't feel bothered by the thought. It was almost as though she already knew who it was…
Speaking of her room, how did she even end up in it?
Everetta picked up the pillow and sniffed it. There was the lingering scent of lemons, even though it was very faint.
Theodore's hair smelled like lemons.
Her breath caught. He had been in her room? On her bed?
Doing what? Watching her sleep?
