I snuggled further into the pillow, inhaling the sweet masculine scent.

Masculine? My bed smells like jasmine not— 

I shot up, wincing slightly as my head pounded.

My eyes roamed around the dimly lit room, taking in the dark walls and big bed.

Finally—

They landed on him. He sat bent over a book, glasses perched on his nose as he scribbled steadily.

The events of the day flooded into my mind and I found myself blushing.

“You're awake,” Henry said, still scribbling.

“Yeah…” I croaked. “How long did I sleep for?”

He dropped his pen and stood up.

My eyes followed his movement as he went to his mini...