The next morning, Kate woke up in pajamas, tucked under the blankets. She slowly opened her eyes and realized she was alone in the room. Stretching with a soft yawn, she turned her head and saw Bastien’s shirt—the one she had worn the night before.

She took it in her hands, pressed it to her nose, and breathed in his scent like a drug. Then she undressed, calmly and deliberately, and put on only Bastien’s shirt, which fell over her bare body like a short dress.

Meanwhile, Bastien was in front o