Stella's POV:
As I woke up, I could still smell James' scent on the bed. Flashes of last night rushed back to play before my eyes.
My cheeks went red all over again. As I looked around the spacious room, he was nowhere to be found.
In some ways, it was a relief, sparing us both the anticipated awkward aftermath.
Wrapping in the blanket, I slipped out of bed and padded across the dark wooden floor to the towering windows. With a swift pull, I opened the curtains, bathing the room in the golden hues of dawn.
It just informed me that the rush hour had begun.
From my vantage point high above the city, which was two dozen stories high, the urban roads below were packed with vehicles. The sidewalks bustled with city dwellers frantically skirting each other.
They looked worn out, snowed un
