Celine awoke with a start, her body stiff and disoriented, the events of the night rushing back to her in a jolt. She was in an unfamiliar bed. The soft, expensive sheets were tangled around her, the air scented with the faint trace of cologne and something more comforting. Safe. Then the memory of the sex they had before they slept off came to her.
Her eyes darted around the dimly lit room, and her heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of Dave, her Dave, sleeping beside her. The last thing she remembered was running from Olivia, her panic overwhelming her. He had been there, a steady force, pulling her close, whispering promises of safety, shielding her from the chaos.
He had saved her. She couldn't quite comprehend it. After everything that had happened between them, the pain, the betrayal, the heartache, here he was, lying next to her.
