Before Ethan even opened his eyes, he caught a faint, elegant fragrance in the air. It was refined and floral, the kind of scent that felt clean and calming, almost like it could wash the fog out of his mind.
He inhaled deeply—once, twice—and his head cleared a little more.
Then he froze.
Something soft was pressing against his arm.
He shifted slightly, his other hand moving to check what it was. What he felt was warm, smooth, and incredibly soft—too soft. His fingers brushed over a gentle curve, and his body went rigid.
"This is…?"
His heart jumped to his throat. Every nerve in his body snapped awake, and a cold jolt ran down his spine.
He turned his head—and his blood nearly stopped flowing.
There, resting against his arm, was a woman. Her face was right in front of his, lips slightly parted, breathing slow and steady. A faint blush colored her cheeks, and each breath she exhaled brushed lightly against his neck.
"Amber… Zane…"
