Sage lazily itched her eyes and yawned in the king-sized bed. Her face sank into the plush pillow as she sniffed in the fine mix of sandalwood and pine. For a moment, she paused to sniff deeper. It wasn't the lemon she was used to.
As if her brain had registered that something was off, she stopped stretching and snapped open her glued lids.
The room was spacious and splashed in cream and black designs. Every item in the room screamed luxury. It wasn't her room! Her eyes reached down, and she gasped.
She was in an oversized gray polo that stopped mid-thigh. Her male costume was off, leaving her in her vulnerable state, and her long hair danced around her shoulders.
The throbbing ache that lingered returned with a bang. Her hands palmed her face as she tried to remember the last thin
