Chapter 300

Riyana woke up slowly, her body heavy and sore in a dull, throbbing way. It wasn’t sharp pain, just a deep ache. She groaned softly and rubbed her face with both hands, trying to shake off the fog in her head. For a moment, she just sat there, breathing. Then something felt wrong. Her eyes opened fully as she straightened a little, the blanket slipping down her waist. This wasn’t her room. The walls were darker, the curtains heavier, the air carrying a faint scent she recognized all too well. Her heart skipped. She looked around again, slower this time, as if hoping the room might suddenly change if she stared long enough. It didn’t. She glanced down at herself and froze. She was wearing a long shirt, the fabric loose. She didn’t need to think twice to know whose shirt it was. The smell alone gave it away. Clean, masculine, unmistakably his. Her fingers gripped the fabric unconsciously. So it wasn’t a dream. Last night rushed back in fragments. His voice. His grip. The decision she had