Mira's POV
"Rise and shine, girl! Time to go chase that bag, both the work and the rich-boss lady!"
I kicked Ayla's door open with all the confidence of someone who'd had too much coffee and not enough sense.
What greeted me made me freeze.
There she was, sprawled across the bed, completely naked, the blanket kicked to the floor like it had done something wrong.
"Oh, for crying out loud," I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "Didn't I tell you to always keep these pretty things covered? Don't make me start questioning my orientation this early in the morning."
Ayla stirred, her voice heavy with sleep. "If you were gonna be interested, Mira, you'd have been, not now, but maybe since the last seven years ago. This isn't your first time seeing it though."
I snorted, grabbing the blanket from the floor and tossing it over her. "Please. Just keep that royal body of yours covered, Your Highness. Some of us are still clinging to being straight."
