Chapter 296
Vivienne
This is Daphne's room.
How did I get here?
The question circles in my foggy brain, but before I can process anything—
The bathroom door opens.
She walks out.
Shorts. Tiny shorts that show off her long, pale legs, lean muscle shifting with every step. A button-up shirt, open, hanging loose to reveal the smooth planes of her chest, the hint of something more. A towel is wrapped around her dark hair, a few damp strands escaping to cling to her neck.
She looks at me.
"You're awake?" she asks, as if this is a normal situation. As if finding me in her bed is an everyday occurrence.
"Yes..." My voice comes out scratchy. I clear my throat. "What am I doing here?"
She walks toward me, each step deliberate, and sits on the edge of the bed. The mattress dips with her weight. She's so close I can smell her vert faint pheromones.
"What do you mean? You were asleep. Now you're awake." A small smile plays at her lips. She's teasing me.
"In your room?" I clarify.
