“Elena?”
I groaned at the sound of Grandmother Willow's voice and snuggled a bit closer to the oddly warm pillow, not wanting to wake up. “Ugh, is it seven AM already?”
“R-Richard?”
My eyes snapped open, every trace of sleep instantly disappearing as my mind began to clear. Turned out that the warm pillow I was lying on was infact a broad chest, and a strong hand held me down to it.
What the hell was going on?
To add to my agony, fragments of last night's embarrassment flashed through my mind. f**k. Oh no, I was so f****d.
I blinked twice and twisted in Richard's arms, waking him up in the process. He grunted, blinking slowly, his eyes finding mine as he beamed lazily. “Morning, club girl,” he greeted. “How was your night?”
The smile on his face faded as he looked past me, and I let
