Warm sunlight caressed Keisha's face, the delicious smell of pancakes filling the air. She purred in delight, wondering what inspired Steph to cook today. As far as she remembered, there wasn't even a kitchen in their room so how was Steph even cooking?
Wait a second, Keisha thought as her eyes shot open. Wasn't her room flooded?
She jerked awake, sitting up in the leather sofa that certainly wasn't hers. The oversized t-shirt covering her body also wasn't hers, and her eyes widened in alarm.
Had she done it?
Lifting up the shirt, she heaved a sigh of relief when she found her underwear still intact on her body- false alarm, thankfully. Looking around, her surroundings reeked of luxury; a king-sized bed, a curved OLED TV, in-ceiling lights and ceiling-to-floor windows.
This definitely wasn't her room.
