Bianca blushed, avoiding Dave’s gaze, worried she might seem too smitten, like a young girl.

“Okay, I’ll go dry it now.”

“Wait!” Without hesitation, Dave took her wrist and pulled her into his room.

Dave’s room was filled with a light, pleasant fragrance, the same one Bianca had noticed on him earlier.

It was a calming scent.

“I have a hair dryer here. Let me dry your hair,” Dave said, taking her wrist and leading her to the bed. He gently pressed on her shoulders and guided her to sit down.

Bianca blinked, looking up at Dave with clear eyes. He fetched a small hair dryer from the bottom drawer...