ISABELLA'S POV
I woke up to the soft hum of the air conditioner and a dull morning light creeping through the curtains.
For a second, I didn't know where I was.
The ceiling was a strange cream color that I didn't recognize. The sheets under my fingers weren't mine. The pillow smelled faintly of detergent, not lavender. And the silence — the silence wasn't my room's silence. It wasn't familiar.
But it wasn't threatening either.
I blinked, eyes heavy, head sinking into the pillow again before realization caught up to me like a soft nudge.
The hotel.
The rain.
Levi.
I sat up slowly, the white robe still wrapped around me, the duvet falling from my shoulders. My heart didn't spike the way it had the night before. There was no fight-or-flight surging under my skin. Just quiet.
I had slept.
Really slept.
I didn't mean to fall asleep.
