The morning sun had climbed higher in the sky, its golden rays spilling through the dense canopy of trees that bordered the long, winding road. In the car, Roseanne sat stiffly, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her shirt. Her cheeks were still tinged with the soft pink hue of embarrassment as her thoughts circled back to the morning's events. She couldn't believe she had climbed into bed with Davian again, unknowingly seeking the comfort of his warmth. And the worst part? He hadn't woken her up or pushed her away.
Why didn't he just put me back on the floor or wake me up? Roseanne's brows furrowed as she stared out the window. The passing scenery offered little distraction from the whirlwind of questions in her mind. Does he think I'm ridiculous? Or maybe… Her thoughts trailed off, and she felt her heart flutter involuntarily.
