Sienna
The moment I open my eyes, I know I’m in the wrong room. Instead of a small curtainless window, I’m looking at long navy drapes covering French doors that lead to a balcony. My husband’s room. He probably carried me here while I was asleep. And my suitcases are back as well, lined along the wall. A small smile pulls at my lips.
I roll over, finding the other side of the bed empty, and an unwelcome pang of disappointment stabs me in the gut. Did I secretly hope Drago would be next to me? I guess I did, a little. The bedroom door is shut, and he’s nowhere in sight. I reach for his pillow and pull it to my face. It smells like him. I might like waking up in Drago’s bed, but I’m still going to move my stuff back into the small room again, later. I’m not sleeping with a man I don’t kn
