Greta’s POV
“Well, well, well. I was thinking I needed to come here to rescue you, Princess, but you were only just moaning his name,” Demien said with laughter in his voice.
I was so embarrassed that I thought I was going to burst into flame. I covered my head more tightly with the duvet. Demien had walked in on me kissing Derek and he again walked in on me doing the same thing with Dylan. I wasn't ready to look at his face.
“What are you doing here Demien?” Dylan asked in mild irritation.
“Can't I come into your room anymore? I came to check on you both, but I can see you are both okay.” Laughter was still in Demien's voice as he talked to Dylan, but his voice was getting closer.
I felt a tug at the duvet, so I held it harder, but I was no match for the person pulling. The duvet w
