RAINE’S POV
The minute I pulled my eyes open, I was captivated by the soft light spilling through the curtains. For a second, I wasn’t sure where I was—until I sat up and realized I was in my room. I was neatly tucked in and could smell Cyril’s cologne on me.
It was faint but deep, the kind that clung to your skin like it belonged there. It was then I realized Cyril had carried me here himself. I wrapped my arms around myself, hugging my body like I could trap his scent and keep it a little longer. God, I could drown in it forever.
A small sigh slipped out of me before I noticed. The room felt still, almost too quiet. As I glanced around, my eyes landed on a black box resting on my dresser, a smaller one sitting on top like it was waiting to be opened first.
I climbed out of bed, toes
