Olivia's POV
My eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of sunlight spilling through the curtains.
For a moment, I didn't move—just stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, my heart still heavy with the memory of the night before. Then I blinked, confused.
Something felt different.
No warmth behind me.
No strong arm around my waist.
No calloused hand on my—
My eyes widened, and I bolted upright. Shit! I had fallen asleep. Fuck!
I turned around. Lennox was gone, but his scent still clung to the sheets. It was obvious he had just woken up—not long ago.
I threw the blanket off and sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing my face with trembling hands. This wasn't what I came here for. I didn't come here to feel like this—to be touched like that. To want more.
I was here for a reason. A mission.
My father.
The safe.
The file.
Quickly, I got down from the bed and set out to do my task, not even caring where Lennox had gone.
