In the room.
Sophie Wexler was still a little groggy when she woke up in the morning. She tried to stretch but felt like she was being restrained.
She pried her sleepy eyes open a crack.
The next second, her stretch froze mid-air as she took in her surroundings. A realization dawned on her, and her movements stiffened.
'Didn't I decide to tell Cillian Forrest I'd sleep in the study after he finished his work last night?'
But Cillian hadn't finished. And she remembered waiting while sitting on the edge of the bed. So how did she end up *in* the bed?
Sophie Wexler slowly looked down. In the next instant, she finally understood why she'd felt restrained while trying to stretch. The blanket was wrapped tightly around her, sealed up perfectly!
The blanket definitely hadn't wrapped itself around her like this, and she was certain she hadn't climbed into bed on her own.
So, who was responsible for all this? The answer was obvious.
