It was still dark when Izzy woke up from a deep sleep. Her brow furrowed as she realized Seth wasn’t beside her in the large bed where he had been just the night before.
She felt too lazy to get up, so instead she wrapped herself in the oversized white long-sleeved shirt she found at the foot of the bed—Seth’s shirt, she was sure. She smiled softly, noticing how the shirt hung loosely on her slender frame, making her look like a spring roll wrapped in fabric. With a reluctant sigh, Izzy slipped out of the room to get a drink and to look for Seth.
The quiet and darkness of the house greeted her, making her frown. Then her attention was drawn to a small crack of light coming from a door near the living room. She hesitated but gently opened it.
Her lips curved into a smile when she saw Set
