When I was too drunk to even open my eyes, I vaguely remembered being carried by someone whose cologne smelled exactly like Lando's.
But that couldn't be possible.
Even though Lando was able to move around on his own, he once told me he couldn't walk for long periods, let alone lift so much weight. So it would've been impossible for him to carry me, right?
Sure, he looked strong, but appearances could be deceiving. Maybe he'd just asked one of his staff to carry me to bed. Since they'd all been around him for so long, it wouldn't be strange if they smelled a little like him too.
Still … why would he let another man carry his wife?
I frowned, narrowing my eyes. He really shouldn't trust other men that much when it comes to me.
Then again, maybe he just trusted his people completely. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal.
