Trust

Waking up never felt so good before, neither smelled my comforter this pleasant. Pulling it closer, I inhaled the rich woody smell of amber dry cedar and fresh, sophisticated citrus with a spicy undertone, feeling my knees weakening. 

Mhmm, just like Mr Kingston's. 

Mr Kingston? Now why would my bed smell of my boss? 

Unless...

My eyes snapped open as I shot to a sitting position and looked around in frantic motions. Gray and white walls with the same textured furniture and a golden map engraved over the headboard. Nope. That was definitely not my room.

Last night's memories resurfaced in my head. On the ride back home, I fell asleep. I supposed Mr Kingston didn't disturb me and let me stay the night at his house. This must be his room. 

Wait! Did we sleep in the same bed? No, no. What was I thinking? A gentleman such as Mr Kingston, would