She furrowed her brows and half-opened her eyes.
In the haze, she saw a shadow standing at the foot of the bed, a tall and well-built figure, clearly a man.
The air was filled with a scent so familiar that her heart painfully clenched, followed by a wild ache in her chest.
This scent was unforgettable, it was him, definitely him!
"Nor..." She opened her mouth, and just as she uttered the first syllable, the shadow instantly turned around.
Fiona Schmidt felt a blur before her eyes, and by the time she was fully awake, the shadow was gone, leaving only the open floor-to-ceiling window with the curtains swaying in the breeze.
Norton Abyss? Was it him? Or was she dreaming!?
Fiona rushed to the window, the balcony was empty, no shadow to be seen, she shook her head, unable to distinguish if the scene just now was a dream or reality...
She returned to the room, but with each breath she could smell that scent, a man's fragrance she would never forget, always remember!
