ANTALYA'S POV
My hands moved faster than my brain, grabbing the first piece of clothing I could reach—my oversized training shirt. I yanked it over my head so quickly that I nearly strangled myself with the neckline, the unfinished bandages creating an obvious bulge across my chest.
Oh God, oh God, this is it. He knows. I'm dead.
"Well, well," Raymond said, his voice dropping to that dangerously low tone that made my stomach flip. "What do we have here?"
I pressed my back against the bathroom wall, clutching the shirt fabric like it could somehow make me invisible. "It's not what you think!"
"Really?" He took a step closer, his eyes fixed on the obvious bulk beneath my shirt. "Because what I think is that my mysterious roommate has been hiding something very interesting under all thos
