Rooftop romance
Daphne’s POV
Last night, I couldn’t help but chuckle, a nervous little laugh escaping me. “Where is this?” I asked, my voice echoing slightly in the unknown space.
“Just trust me,” Troy replied, his tone warm and teasing. His hands rested gently over my eyes, guiding me forward, and I was helpless against the distraction of his presence and his cologne, a rich mix of cedar and spice, wrapping around me, and the warmth of his skin brushing mine. We were climbing stairs and I’d counted twenty so far, each step a mystery pulling me deeper into his surprise. My curiosity increased, wondering where he was taking me and what he had planned.
The air shifted as we climbed, growing cooler, a soft breeze grazing my bare arms and sending a shiver down my spine.
“Dress sexy,” he’
