As the morning light filtered in, Charlotte Miller slowly crawled out from under the covers. What happened last night? She had no idea, she slept too soundly.
Maybe it was because she talked with Ethan Baird last night. It seemed like people feel more at ease. Keeping things bottled up inside feels uncomfortable, like fermentation, but speaking about it makes it much better. But what really happened last night?
What time did he return to the room? She didn't know. However, one thing she was sure of was that he slept beside her last night, as the bed still held his warmth. There was that faint scent of musk that wouldn't dissipate, obvious signs someone had slept on the pillow. The sheets next to her were a bit disheveled, unlike how they are when untouched.
