She pulled the blanket over her head to shield the light slipping in from the windows.

She rolled to the other side of the bed, facing the wall. She took a deep breath, smiling in her sleep.

But something didn’t feel right. She felt extremely comfortable, too comfortable.

The bed was soft and relaxing, but it didn’t feel like the usual place she slept every day.

Neither did the pillow and blanket smell like marshmallows. It smelled nice, minty and masculine, but mild.

She opened her eyes slowly, pulling the blanket off her face.

She wasn’t in her house; she wasn’t at home. Where she was, it was finely decorated...