Bianca blushed, avoiding Dave’s gaze, worried she might seem too smitten, like a young girl.

“Okay, I’ll go dry it now.”

“Wait!” Without hesitation, Dave took her wrist and pulled her into his room.

Dave’s room was filled with a light, pleasant fragrance, the same one Bianca had noticed on him earlier.

It was a calming scent.

“I have a hair dryer here. Let me dry your hair,” Dave said, taking her wrist and leading her to the bed. He gently pressed on her shoulders and guided ...