FREYA POV
Morning came, and honestly? I seriously wished it hadn’t.
I’ve been standing over this bathroom sink for probably thirty minutes now, just pouring never-ending water over a face that’s already clean. It’s not even about the water anymore. I’m just trying my absolute best to scrub away the shame that replaced my dignity when I’m with Steve in the middle of the night.
I caught my reflection in the mirror and almost flinched. I looked like some kind of rejected princess—my hair was a literal bird’s nest, all tangled and wild from a night of zero sleep.
"I can’t believe I said that," I whispered to the empty bathroom.
“Can I touch you?”
The words I’d breathed at Steve replayed in my head like a car crash on a loop. I squeezed my eyes shut, but that just made the mental movie cl
