The charged connection

When Bella woke up the next morning, she found herself enveloped in the comfort of a fluffy, warm bed. The sweet lime scent of the room freshener filled her nostrils, adding a touch of freshness to the cozy room. Soft sunlight filtered through the cracks of the thick beige curtains, bathing the room in a gentle glow.

Still groggy with sleep, Bella sat up and looked around, squinting slightly. It took a moment for her to recognize where she was. The recognition seeped through her conscience – this was Theodore's place, where she had deposited a very inebriated him a few nights ago. Apparently, the roles had reversed last night.

She had fallen into such a deep sleep that she hadn't been aware of how she had arrived here. A warmth spread through her heart, gratitude welling up for his care and consideration. She climbed out of bed and left the bedroom, padding softly down the hallway, her eyes scanning for Theodore.