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Then I notice the folded piece of paper sitting on his pillow.

My name is written across the front in surprisingly neat handwriting.

I unfold the note and bite my lower lip.

Good morning, Princess,

Had to check on the cryo system. There's fresh clothes on the dresser and coffee in the kitchen. Wait for me.

—M

I grin so hard my cheeks hurt.

Wait for me.

Three little words.

Not goodbye.

Not see you later.

Wait for me.

Like he fully expects to come back and find me here.

The thought makes my heart do a happy little somersault.

I slide out of bed and stretch before wandering toward the bathroom.

My first time here, I’d expected a tiny rustic setup.

Maybe one sink.

One shower.

Simple.

Instead...

Every time I see it, my jaw practically hits the floor.

“Oh, Micah,” I whisper.

The bathroom is simply enormous.

The vanity stretches nearly the length of one wall with rich cedar cabinets beneath polished stone counters.

The mirrors reflect warm morning sunlight pouring through two high windows.

A huge soaking tub sits beneath one of them.

The kind I've only ever seen in magazines.

Across from it is a separate walk-in shower enclosed in thick glass.

Three showerheads.

Three.