Vivian slept more peacefully than she had in days. Still half-asleep, she rubbed her cheek against the pillow.
The cool, silky texture jolted her awake.
The pillows at home were made of brushed fabric. This one was silk.
In the dark room, a faint hint of sandalwood drifted into her senses. It was Brandon's scent.
Lying in a strange bed felt like stepping into another man's world, surrounded by traces of his presence.
This was clearly Brandon's bedroom.
Vivian remembered sitting on the sofa, browsing restaurants while waiting for Brandon.
She had actually fallen asleep?
Somewhere between dreaming and waking, she had even complained that his sofa was too hard and had shamelessly asked to sleep in his bed?
The thought alone made her want to disappear.
What had she done?
Embarrassme
