EpilogueWhen she finally comes to herself again, it's to the feeling of a warm cup of cocoa pressed to her lips and the delicious aroma wafting into her nose. The explosion of taste on her tongue receptors is what really brings her awake, gasping in air like she has been deprived of it.
She blinks at the man in front of her, taking several seconds for her eyes to focus and her brain to make the connection and put a name on him.
"Mr- Mr. John," she murmurs, her voice wrecked, her throat aching. She doesn't remember why her throat would feel uncomfortable until she does, and then she's blushing. "Where- where are we?" she asks, taking in the unfamiliar room.
"We are at my home," he says. "You dropped rather fast earlier and it would be remiss of me to leave you alone while you're like tha
