25

Caterina

Of all things, why would I dream about getting stung by a bee?

That’s the first thing that comes to mind when I wake up. My ass is sore all over, but there’s a different sort of stinging, too. I must be imagining it.

I don’t know where I am right away, and I’m afraid to open my eyes. Why am I afraid? There’s dread weighing on me, tapping the back of my mind when I’m still half asleep.

Warning me.

It doesn’t take long to figure out why once it all comes back. I don’t even remember falling asleep. Somehow, I did, and now here I am. Naked and in bed, but not the one in Tatiana’s room. This room has a masculine smell to it, and I recognize it right away.

He brought me to his room. And he’s next to me. I hear him typing away on his laptop. His spicy, masculine scent fills the air.

Right away, my heart flips, and I feel all hot and clammy. I don’t have any reason to, really—he’s working quietly, not bothering me. I’m sure he thinks I’m still asleep. And although he undressed me whi