Suited delayed until March 15th

 So sorry for this you all, but with edits and some more content I want to add, Im gonna give myself and my team some time to get this right. So I'm pushing the release back a few weeks. 

In the meantime, here is some of what you can expect.

Thank you and love!

The whir of the laundry machines weren’t in her ear. Nor was the creaking of her cot as she shifted on the bed. The softness beneath her, she assumed was a bed, smelled of lavender. Fresh lavender. Not stale air and faint motor oil.

She loved the smell of lavender.

Victoria slowly opened her eyes, sat up, and peered into near darkness. As her vision attempted to focus, she rubbed her sockets and blinked again. It wasn’t the sheets that smelled that good, it was the lavender blooms in the vase on the nightstand beside a plush bed she had no idea how she’d gotten into. 

Suddenly moving slow was no longer an option. 

Victoria bolted up. The back of her head hit a wall, er, headboard, because this bed had a massive headboard. She saw two beams at the foot of the wide bed. A poster bed, with a headboard and a nightstand with a pot of fresh lavender flowers.

“Oh my god,” she gasped. Was she in a hotel? Did she go home with someone? 

She slapped her hands to her chest and felt clothing. Her clothing. She was still dressed, at least. She looked under the covers and saw her pants had been removed, then glanced to the floor and saw them in a pile by the doorway.  That was when the exhausted thoughts began to catch up to her. 

“The fire,” she gasped. That didn’t explain where she was, and as she looked past the vase, she eyed a mysterious note on the nightstand.

Come to the main house when you’re awake.

I have news about the fire.

- Beckett

Victoria reached for the note like she might spook it and it would fly away. Holding the paper, upon her thirtieth read, she heard a sound ripple in the distance. Outside the walls, past the drawn curtains of her confused darkness. 

A splash.

“Is there water out there?”

The door to the Victoria’s confused world creaked open, and life, along with way too much light, flooded into the mysterious space. She shielded her eyes until they’d adjusted to a human tolerant levels of brightness. Greens and blues began to fill her vision, along with a pale gray walkway and a large orb of glistening blue. Inside that orb was a form, wavy and indistinguishable. The form traveled to the far end of the pool, then two long arms grabbed its lip, and a wide back hoisted an even longer body from the mass of liquid blue.

Beckett slopped onto the tiled ground, glistening and unaware. He stood and looked over to catch Victoria emerge from the pool house with the bed’s comforter wrapped around her. He didn’t think his heart could beat so fast - seeing her there in a fresh cloud of awake, gripping the comforter like it were a lifeline.

Wet and eager, he approached.

Victoria’s eyes finally focused on the tall drink of water nearing in slow motion and hazy light - gliding toward her with an impossibly smooth gate. His inverted-triangle build met against slim hips and sculpted legs. He wasn’t a bulky frame, just above a medium, but his height and his definition accentuated his physique to an overly pleasing degree.

Her brain reacted as it always did when she had a blank canvas in front of her. 

I want to dress him… 

God, he was so glossy, she thought, and tall! Her 5’3” frame would forever be looking up to this sequoia of a man. She rubbed her eyes again to make sure she was actually seeing what she was seeing. 

“You’re up,” he panted, finger combing his wet hair from his forehead. Dark swim trunks hung low on shiny hips, and it was there, faint and tucked down his left side, peeking from the waist of his trunks, Victoria noticed a scar. It looked old, and possibly larger than what she could see. 

“You feeling better? You just passed out when I brought you in. You must be starving. I left some snacks but you didn’t touch them. I figured you were all sleep and bathroom…” 

That would explain the jumble of pants on the floor, Victoria deduced. When she didn’t give a fuck other than taking a pee, she’d often shed her clothes as she walked to the toilet. It was a habit she’d been meaning to break for years.

He let out a nervous coughing type of laugh, then immediately regretted it. “I can get you something to eat. I’m happy to make -”

“Beckett Delaney? Wha? H-how did I get here? Where is here?”

Beckett’s eyes shined light brown and a smile skimmed his face. “I brought you here, after you had a breakdown, I think… The parking lot of the strip mall?” Her face was blank. “The fire?”

“How did you bring me here? I’m way too heavy for you to carry.”

Beckett had never gasp laughed before, but that did it. “Um, I don’t know how to reply to that.” He laughed again showing that tiny gap between is front teeth. After a few moments he returned his focus to the worried look on Victoria’s face. “I went down to your studio to inquire about the suits, but when I got there the fire trucks were containing the fire. I saw you come up the drive on the sidewalk, and you just…broke down.” And that broke his heart. “Do you remember that?”