Nielle sat on the edge of Zephyr’s king-sized bed and surveyed her surroundings. The black and white colour scheme was definitely masculine and matched Zephyr perfectly but left her feeling rather cold and out of place. The idea of her under-things draped here and there, or her makeup scattered on the dresser just seemed wrong. A slight shiver ran through her; would she ever be able to feel at home here?
She spent a few minutes thoughtfully considering how she could make the space more appealing then checked her watch again. It was now four-thirty. After showing her to their room, Zephyr left, promising to return and give her a tour of the house once he dealt with some pressing business. That was two hours ago. She’d explored the three rooms of their suite, finished unpacking her things,
