As the sun climbed over the treetops, Serah stirred beneath the cabin's simple quilts. A slant of morning light slipped through the small window and painted a warm stripe across her face. She blinked, frowned softly, and pushed herself upright, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
"Wow... I actually slept soundly in a place I don't even recognize," she murmured, rubbing one wrist as she took in the familiar wooden room. Her gaze drifted to the dining table where the night before's bowls still sat in fond memory. The aftertaste of that sauce made her mouth water all over again.
A small smile tugged at her lips. "That was just one meal… but if he keeps cooking like that and I keep staying, I might be sunk," she said, half amused at herself and half warning.
