Kyra's POV
My body ached in all the right places, reminding me of our crazy night together. I bit my lip as I lay in Nathan's bed, wearing his oversized shirt and sweatpants that smelled like his minty scent.
"What's embarrassing, Kyra? You've done this before..." I whispered to myself, pulling the blanket tighter around my body as heat rushed to my cheeks. When I finally managed to sit up and glance at the side table to check the time, my eyes caught on something unexpected—a single red rose with a note.
A smile crept across my lips as I reached for the small card.
'Good morning. I'll be downstairs. Snow's with me.'
Such a simple message, but coming from him, it felt precious.
I pulled myself out of bed, wincing slightly at the tenderness, and quickly tied my hair back.
