"Ugh…" Isabel blinked as she woke up, she was looking at a very peculiar ceiling… It was that same room she had brought Wren to the day the Celestine was taking off, yes that day he had fallen asleep on her lap. "I…"
She shifted her weight on the massive plush mattress as a sharp dull ache immediately flared up in her lower hips and the inner muscles of her thighs.
The soreness was undeniable. It grounded her, pulling her completely out of the hazy fog of sleep.
She looked down at herself and paused. She was no longer wearing that skimpy, damp white towel she had discarded on the floor but she was covered up to her chest by the thick expensive duvet covers.
'Did he?' Isabel thought, her brown eyes widening a fraction.
Not only did he physically carry her heavy, unconscious body all the way from the cold leather of the massage table over to the primary bed in the Celestine, but he had—
She reached her pale hand down and pulled aside the heavy covers.
