"There's no need, it's not the first… time."
"Not the first time? Then why are you so nervous?" His voice was gentle, and it had grown closer.
When she turned to look, she was met with the sight of Alaric Davenport's face, magnified and close. She immediately blushed and ducked under the covers.
A crooked smile touched Alaric Davenport's lips. "You never used to be this scared of me."
She peeked out from under the covers. "I'm not that scared of you now, either."
Alaric Davenport pinched her nose. "Go to sleep."
He turned off the light. Lying in the dark, Rosalind Lowell stared at the ceiling. "I might get the wrong idea…"
"It wouldn't be the wrong idea."
A wave of drowsiness washed over Rosalind Lowell. She groggily registered his reply and drifted off to sleep.
...
She was in an unfamiliar place, inside a car with a strange man.
She didn't know him, yet he felt strangely familiar.
