Serena's POV
I woke up to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar curtains, momentarily disoriented until the memories of last night came flooding back.
Ryan's drugged state. His unexpected passion. My embarrassing surrender.
"s**t," I muttered, sitting up abruptly. The space beside me was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. Of course he'd left. What had I expected?
A quick glance at the clock showed it was already past eight.
Evelyn would be expecting me for breakfast - her morning ritual that no one in the household dared to miss.
I groaned, knowing she'd be insufferably smug if she suspected what had transpired between her grandson and me.
After a hasty shower to wash away the evidence of last night's weakness, I dressed in a simple white blouse and pencil skirt.
