Chapter 102

DAHLIA

The first thing I felt was the throbbing in my head.

It pulsed behind my eyes like a warning siren, dragging me from the depths of sleep into a world that felt too bright, too loud, and far too unfamiliar. My body was heavy, tangled in sheets that definitely didn’t belong to my bed. The faint scent of cedar and coffee filled the air — expensive, masculine, familiar.

Sebastian.

My eyes flew open.

For a full five seconds, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself I wasn’t where I thought I was. But the perfectly arranged shelves, the dark grey curtains, and the framed painting above the headboard told me otherwise. I was in his room.

“Oh, God…” I muttered, sitting up slowly, clutching the blanket to my chest as if modesty could erase the sheer panic crawling through my veins.

What the hell happened last night?

My brain was foggy — bits and pieces of the previous night flickering like broken film reels. Th