*Esmé’s POV*
I woke up thanks to the aching wound and the sun shining through the blinds. I couldn’t move just yet, so I lay there thinking about last night when Samuel caught me in the kitchen, making me laugh.
Flashback
I had just gotten out of the shower. I dried myself. Dried the area around the wound and put on the small square gauze. I slid on my short black satin pajama set. The one that Mason wanted to rip off of me and throw out, but I love them. They are so comfortable. I was about to lay down on the bed when my stomach rumbled. It was past midnight, and it was dead silent out there. I opened the door of the room I was staying in and slowly looked to both sides, ensuring no one was around. One mistake I made when I packed was not bringing a robe to put on over my pajama set.
