JASMINE'S POV
The first thing I noticed was the heavy weight pressing against my chest, making it difficult to breathe.
The second was the lingering scent of burning wood and faint coffee in the air.
The third—the one that made me jolt upright—was the prickling sensation of being watched.
I blinked hard, trying to clear the fog from my mind, and realised immediately I wasn't outside. I wasn't even in my room.
The bed was too large, the sheets too soft, the air too heavy with him.
I was back in the mansion.
In Aiden's bed. Wrapped in his scent. Trapped in his world.
Panic surged up my throat as the events of the night before came crashing down.
I threw the covers aside and stumbled out of bed, my heart pounding in my chest. My legs felt like jelly, and I barely managed to take two steps before the door creaked open.
Aiden was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking both tired and tense, yet somehow still holding it together.
