Chapter 8

• SARAH'S POV
• "I must have slept for long," I yawned with closed eyes before my vision slowly revealed where I was. 'Mr. Clinton's bedroom, I actually slept on his bed.' I placed my hands on my lips in disbelief; that was fast, way too fast, but I liked the speed. I laid back on his bed grinning, things were working out for me. It had only been a day since I arrived, and we were already getting along really well, just as I always wanted.
• I sat up when my mind flashed back to our earlier conversation. I've got preparations to make, and I was still in bed. I got up immediately to get things ready.