_Lavender-scented candles. Maple syrup with blueberry pancakes and cottage cheese. It smells so good._
Hera smiled heartily in her sleep as the aroma from the meal hit her nostrils, causing her to salivate. Who could be making such a delicious meal so early in the morning? It smelled divine. Could it be Bryce? She highly doubted that. The man doesn't even know his way around the kitchen, much less how to make such a masterpiece. She had been the one doing most of the cooking for weeks now.
She groaned deeply, her lips halfway parted as she tried her best to keep her eyes closed when the warm rays of the sun seeped through the curtains of the bedroom and hit her face through the covers. She turned to the other side of the bed and slowly opened her eyes to take in her surroundings. That's when it hit her that she wasn't in her bedroom.
Memories from last night and what had happened between the two of them flooded through her head, and she jerked awake in an instant, pushing the covers off the upper part of her body. She became self-conscious and alarmed when she realized that she was naked under the covers. It really did happen. She did go through with it, didn't she? Somehow, she felt a little tinge of guilt and possibly regret, but she tried her best to suppress those thoughts from taking root in her head. It had already happened, and there was no point in feeling guilty anyway.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of her head, she tried to make it out of bed, but her entire body restricted her from making such a preposterous movement. She felt sore, and her body was utterly brutalized, so she couldn't. After many failed attempts, she gave up the idea of even trying to stand.
"Breakfast coming through." She heard the familiar sound of Bryce as he approached the bedroom. Petrified, she gathered the bloodstained sheets, but before she could make an attempt to hide them, Bryce had already walked into the room.
She flushed, feeling embarrassed. Her cheeks heated up as she squeezed the thick covers, trying her very best to avoid his piercing gaze. He had caught her red-handed. There's no escaping this one, even if she tried to.
"Good morning, Cara," he greeted lovingly and placed the tray that he had brought at the side of the desk. He joined her on the bed and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Did you sleep well?"