Aurora’s POV
The next morning...
I woke up with a jolt, finding myself on the bed, still naked. The sheets were a bit damp, evidence from last night’s activity. But then, as I looked around, I saw that no one was in the room.
The last thing I recalled was calling out to Uncle Kieran, asking him to touch me and he did.
“Uncle Kieran…” I called out, shooting up from the bed and hoping my imagination was real. I hoped he came back last night just like I wished.
I rushed straight to the door, yanking it open but it wasn't Uncle Kieran at the door. It was Camilla. She had a glass of water in her hand, standing there in my pajamas.
“Where is Uncle Kieran?” I asked, sharply.
“Huh?” She looked at me with a puzzled gaze. “He isn't here, remember? Did the pleasure from last night get into
