Mariana stood in her room,? Stephanie had ordered for her many clothes but none of them seemed to be comfortable for the night.

　　All the shirts Marco had given her where left back at his house, yet she was used to his cologne. The smell of dry wood and danger he held was addictive.

　　The silk night gowns didn't seem like a thing for her, her eyes moved over to Marco's coat then back at the night dress but her mind seemed to have already decided on a night gown.

　　She moved towards the bed and stripped out of her uniform then placed the coat on top of her white...