Mirabelle stirred awake, blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains.
Her body felt warm, and it took her a moment to realize why—she was cradled in Caspian's arms.
His crimson eyes watched her intently, filled with a mix of softness and something unreadable.
The moment their gazes met, he stiffened. Caspian quickly released her, rising from the bed with an almost flustered air. "Rest a little longer if you have to," he muttered before striding out of the room without another glance.
Mirabelle sat up, bewildered and unsure of what had just transpired. She rubbed her temples, trying to piece together her thoughts, but eventually pushed them aside.
She needed to freshen up. Sliding out of bed, she padded toward the adjoining bathroom.
The sight inside made her pause. A new toothbrush and hairbrush were neatly laid out on the counter, along with small toiletries. Her lips parted in surprise.
Did he prepare this for me?
