The morning sun casts its gentle glow through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating the room in a soft, golden hue. I groan, my head throbbing in protest as I blink away the haze of sleep. I squint against the light, trying to make sense of my surroundings.
I’m not in the dining area where I remember passing out last night. I’m in Catherine and my bedroom. Confusion twists in my gut as I struggle to piece together the events of the previous evening.
How did I end up here?
Rolling over, my heart lurches in my chest as I catch sight of Layla beside me, her form peaceful in sleep, the blanket covering only half of her… of her n.aked body?! Panic surges through, my mind racing to fill in the gaps as I force myself to sit up. I glance down at myself, my stomach dropping as I register my ow
