The silk sheets caressed my skin as the golden hues of the autumn sunrise leaked through the window, casting a glowing warmth across the duvet. I stretched, the unfamiliar luxury of the room still catching me off guard, before swinging my legs over the side of the bed and stepping into my slippers.
The brushed cotton of my pink pyjamas swooshed as I headed into the en suite. I splashed my face with cold water and stared into the mirror – the events of yesterday playing through my mind like a film on loop. It felt surreal, like a dream I was destined to wake up from at any moment.
I didn’t have time to dwell. A sharp, rhythmic knock on the door shook me out of my thoughts.
I rubbed my eyes and pulled the door open. Standing in the doorway was Trevor – his intoxicating scent of bergamot a
