Soft morning light streams in through the dancing white curtains of the floor to ceiling window. Eve feels as calm and gentle as those waving curtains. Her head is laying on a soft pillow with a luxurious blanket pulled up to her chin. She blinks a few times before a dark feeling emerges from somewhere deep within her. A feeling that maybe she isn’t safe..
Eve bolts up in the bed and grabs her wrists as she looks around the room, frightened. Grant sits up straight on one of the red couches in the corner of the room. He’s working on his computer in front of the fireplace. Her eyes examine his shirtless body and the shadows and curves of his muscles. She instantly relaxes as their eyes meet.
He grabs the silver tray of food off the small coffee table in front of him and walks it over to he
