Chapter 9

The soft glow of the morning sun spilled through the curtains, casting a golden hue across Hazel’s skin. She stirred slightly, her fingers brushing away the last traces of sleep from her eyes. Stretching languidly, she inhaled deeply, and the familiar scent of Axel’s cologne filled her senses, wrapping around her like a memory.

A small smile touched her lips as she sat up, instinctively pulling the duvet higher over her bare chest. The events of the previous night ...