Evelyn’s POV.
I woke up to blinding sunlight from the opened windows, wrapped in sheets that didn’t smell like mine. Slowly, images started to flip through my head.
Last night. Gideon kissing me. Bringing him to his room. Touching him intimately and going at it several times before he finally calmed.
I gasped, sitting up too quick only to realize my wrist was still sore from yesterday and I felt weak.
I looked around, noticing that I was still in Gideon’s room but he was nowhere to be found which was good because I could escape before he returned. The thought of facing him after what we’d done— what I’d done for him made heat cover my cheeks.
I quickly pushed the covers away, fixing my disheveled clothes and hair before tiptoeing towards the door. Before I could reach it though,
