I slowly open my eyes. It’s dark; I’m in my bed, completely naked. Guillaume comes out of the bathroom bare-chested, his trousers undone. There we go, I’m blushing – he’s the only one who can make me feel self-conscious just by being there. I pull the duvet up to my neck and gaze at him, holding back tears of joy. He stares at me with his magnificent blue eyes.
_ Why am I naked?
_ Your clothes were reeking of that i***t in the lift
He must be talking about Leonard. I’ll deal with him later. Guillaume climbs onto the bed and walks towards me.
_ Don’t tell me it bothers you—it’s not the first time I’ve seen you naked.
I frown and he takes on a more serious, almost sad expression.
_ Khrystal, I remember everything… I remember you… I remember us…
I can’t believe my ears; I thought this
