When Holden stepped in, he found Ariana in a deep slumber.
With a smile, he signaled for quiet and coaxed the kids to get comfortable for the night.
He then made his way to Ariana, lifted her gently, and carried her to his room without a sound.
As they reached the sanctuary of his room, Arianaâs eyes fluttered open.
She locked eyes with Holden, her voice soft and hazy.
âOh, itâs you.
â
She then nestled into his embrace and quickly succumbed to sleep once more.
Holden paused, struck by her implicit trust in him.
A wave of joy washed over him, knowing she felt secure in his care.
He laid her down with gentle hands, ensuring she was comfortable, then sat watching over her, a contented smile playing on his Lips.
Yielding to an impulse, he placed a soft ki*s on her cheek.
Then, holding her, he joined her in slumber.
Ariana emerged from a deep sleep to the insistent beep of her alarm, her hand blindly searching to silence it.
However, her fingers met the solid warmth of a chest, and another hand swiftly clicked off the alarm.
Blinking into consciousness, she found Holdenâs grin greeting her.
âMorning,â he said brightly.
Confusion clouded Arianaâs senses.
A gentle peck on her forehead from Holden left her murmuring, âWhat⦠How did I end up here?â She gestured between them, piecing together her unintended slumber.
Her yawn broke through as Holden chuckled lightly, affectionately ruffling her hair.
âTime for me to change,â he said.
Arianaâs curiosity piqued as she watched him stride to his dressing room.
It was her first glimpse into this intimate space of his.
Stepping into the dressing room, she was met with an array of fine attire and accessories.
It struck her then that even though Holden had lost his memory, his elegance remained untouched.
Holden observed her with a genial smile as she perused his belongings.
âNo need to worry.
This space is all mine,â he said, playfully tousling her hair once more.
He was subtly telling her that Sadie had never come in here before.
Ariana grasped the implication and slightly grimaced.
She said, âI wasnât on the lookout for any signs of others.
â
With an amused arch of his brow, Holden prodded, âSo what caught your eye?â
âThese.
â Ariana gestured towards the array of ties and watches.
âItâs odd that memory loss didnât affect your taste or style.
â
Holden responded with nothing more than a grin, proceeding to dress.
Catching an unintended glimpse of Holdenâs body, Ariana felt her cheeks warm and turned to leave hastily.
But Holden swiftly blocked her path, his eyes alight with mischief.