I sat on the edge of Kave’s enormous king-sized bed, my fingers curling into the crisp black-and-white duvet. Everything in the room was sleek, masculine, and perfectly coordinated—just like him. The bold contrast suited Kave’s presence, but the sharp lines and cold tones made me feel… out of place.
It was all so polished, so impersonal. I couldn’t imagine my lace underthings scattered across the bed or my lipstick tubes rolling over the surface of the dresser. It felt like stepping into someone else’s carefully guarded life, where I didn’t yet belong.
A shiver ran through me, and I hugged my arms around my middle. Would I ever be able to feel at home here?
I glanced at my watch. Four-thirty. Kave had left two hours ago after showing me to our suite, promising to return soon to give me
