Annabelle woke tangled up in soft sheets and a delicious scent teasing her nostrils.

She turned over in bed to smile at Cathy.

She frowned slightly when she saw that her sister was not beside her.

“The sheet is wrong,” she thought groggily.

Turned her head and frowned at the bedside lamp. “Also wrong,”

She stretched, and her hand froze midway, and her mouth gaped open as her eyes met the ferocious ones of the lion.

Annabelle closed her eyes and opened them to the roaring lion art on the ceiling.

Her heart thumped as she realised something else.

She was naked!

Naked and twisted in his sheets!

Annabelle’s memories...