Eliana's POV
“Please tell me that’s not here." Sophia whispered hoarsely and lazily as a knock came through the door.
“It is.” I mumbled, sitting up, half-buried under my blanket on the rug. “It’s my parents.”
"Already?” Juliette blinked sleepily.
I glanced at the clock on the wall — 7:49 a.m.
“They said they’d come early.”
Sophia, who was still lying topless under a throw blanket finally yawned, waking fully up.
“Define early. Because I feel like I just closed my eyes five minutes ago.” She said.
“You didn’t.” Juliette muttered, sitting up and stretching.
And then they knocked again.
“I’m coming!” I called, running a hand through my hair.
“Soph, shirt. Now.” I commanded, watching Sophia's breast move freely from side to side as she stretched and twisted her body.
“Why? It’s
