Warmth.
That was the first thing Anna felt as she stirred, then softness. She burrowed deeper into it, moaning lowly.
Wait. It was supposed to be cold marble, hard and the chilling night air. She'd been on the balcony.
Her eyes snapped open and she sat up quickly, glancing around.
She was on a king size bed with white sheets, a soft white duvet draped over her body.
The room was too spacious with marble floors that reflected the morning sun.
Pushed to a corner of the room was a vanity that had nothing on top of it. Two single sofas and a table were placed close to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the forest edge.
It didn't look lived in, and the scenery outside told her she was in one of the rooms in Jason’s villa.
Her brows furrowed as she glanced down at the shirt
