Savannah woke from what she thought was a beautiful dream, a smile curling her lips as she stretched. But the moment her muscles pulled, soreness radiated through her body, drawing a soft gasp from her. Her eyes flew open, and the sight of an unfamiliar ceiling made her heart race.
“Where am I?” she murmured, her voice groggy with sleep.
She pushed herself up slowly, wincing at the delightful ache that reminded her of the night before. Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the luxurious surroundings, before landing on Theo. He sat in a chair by the window, the sunlight catching the sharp angles of his face and making his dark hair gleam. He watched her intently, his golden eyes warm yet piercing.
The reality hit her like a wave, and her cheeks flushed as memories of the night before
