Kinsley
“Kinsley,” Austen reaches for me. “I love you,” He whispers.
“Austen,” I respond to him and reach for him, only for him to disappear.
“Kinsley,” Jenna’s voice interrupts my dream, and I open my eyes to see her hovering over me.
“What?” I snarl and look at the empty spot beside me on the bed. I am in a fog as I try to remember what happened last night. I remember Heath watching TV with me, and that was it.
“It’s breakfast time,” She grins.
I spy the same two servants walking in with the food cart. I sigh and close my eyes. “I’m not hungry,” I say as my stomach growls loudly.
“Really?” Jenna laughs. “You should eat something.”
I sigh and throw the covers back. The faint scent of roses hangs in the air. “Do you like that smell?” I ask.
“Bacon?” Jenna snorts.
“No roses,” I m
