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Kendria
Rowan's room was lit by the light of the moon streaming through a large bay window. He closed the door softly behind me while I inspected his room. It was actually a large suite, consisting of a seating area with a navy couch and two gray chairs, a small kitchenette, and a couple of doors I assumed led to the bathroom and closet. Dominating the space on the opposite wall was a king-sized farmhouse four-poster bed, with a navy comforter and gray sheets, perfectly made. The place was blanketed with Rowan's rich rain and spruce scent. It was entirely male in design and decor, save for a few bouquets placed here and there, presumably for my benefit.
"This is nice," I said quietly, reaching out and grazing a nearby flower petal with my fingertip.
"Yeah
