103|Impressions Of Herself

Alone in an unfamiliar place, Natalie sat up, noticing for the first time she was wearing one of Levi's shirts as she pulled the covers over her knees, and she couldn't help but giggle at the long sleeves dangling over her hands. She'd always wondered about his shirts, but she would never have imagined ever wearing one.

A contented sigh fluttered through her lips as she looked around her, trying to acquaint herself with her new surroundings.

Like the rest of the house, the bedroom was exquisitely furnished. Everything—from the four-poster bed to the pastel-coloured chaise lounge in front of the bay window overlooking a gorgeous sunset on the horizon and the cream faux fur rug covering most of the dark wood floor—screamed elegance and luxury.

Directly in front of her was a huge TV screen, and next to it, double doors leading to a walk-in closet. There was another door to her left. Where it led, Natalie could only guess. But an en suite bathroom seemed like a plausible destination.

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