A gentle, floral scent wrapped around him as he inhaled deeply, soft and calming almost enough to lull him back to sleep.

Marcello’s eyelids fluttered open, slow and reluctant. The first thing he registered was the sensation of something soft beneath him. It wasn’t his pillow no, this felt far better than any pillow he owned.

A dull throb pulsed behind his eyes. He shouldn’t have gone for the strongest drink. He shifted slightly, only to freeze the moment his leg brushed against bare ...