Luke’s POV
If Amelia replied me, I didn’t know, all I knew was that I was half dragged into my room, and that was where I woke up the next morning. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to the smell of coffee.
I was on my bed with a pillow between my thigh, and I realized I must have gotten it there during the night.
Feeling groggy, I sat up and noticed my clothes weren’t scattered on the floor where I remembered throwing them when we entered the room. Amelia must have picked them up while I was asleep, and folded them in a neat pile on the couch where they were currently sitting pretty.
“That’s nice.” I said, then something flew into my mind and I gasped as I remembered what I had said to her last night, when the events rushed to me.
“Then help me then. Bath me, or with me.” Shak
