Jenna

I can’t help smiling as I watch Luther looking around the room in confusion. The four-poster bed, filled with cushions, the dark wood dresser, and the thick shagpile rug in front of the open fire, mean nothing to my mate.

To me, they represent comfort, and Goddess knows I’ve never had that.

“To you, it’s just a bedroom,” I shrug, still looking around the room. It’s stunning, especially with the wall lights shining as they flicker from the candles within. The room is modern yet looks somewhat medieval at the same time.

Luther cups my cheek, turning my head to face him. He’s smiling at me, and I smile back. “I’m sorry, Sunshine. I know this means a lot to you, and I should be more understanding of the fact you’re not used to staying in places like this.”

It’s taki