Lily’s POV
The scent of coffee hit me first — dark roast, strong, and sweet.
I blinked awake, my vision blurry for a moment before the room came into focus. It wasn’t my small apartment No, this was… elegant. Spacious. Minimalist with touches of warmth.
Very beautiful room, and I was lying on a very huge bed
And then it hit me again — me fainting, waking up and seeing Andrew.
I gasped
Andrew Sterling’s penthouse.
The sound of soft footsteps drew my attention. He stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, the morning light brushing against his skin like it was trying to make him look more dangerous than he already did.
“You’re awake,” he said, his tone that calm blend of command and gentleness I’d come to associate only with him. “Here.”
He handed me a mug, and I took it automaticall
