When Ilona awoke the following morning, she was confused about where she was. For a moment, she felt her heart begin to race as her half-asleep mind convinced her someone must have locked her in a closet. She bolted upright and started to panic until it all came back to her.
This was Mason's room. He'd given up his bed to her.
Ilona sank back down and pulled the blanket up around her shoulders, snuggling in. She inhaled deeply and smiled, closing her eyes again. The only way this would be better was if he was here with her.
Her cheeks warmed at the thought, and she laughed at herself. She barely fit in this bed alone. There was no way she would fit with the handsome Prince and his long legs.
