Olivia's POV
I stood there, still wrapped in the plush towel, staring at Christopher. My mind was reeling from the revelations of the past few minutes. This whole situation was so absurd that I almost wanted to laugh. But the way Christopher looked at me - a mixture of regret, desire, and something else I couldn't quite place - made my heartbeat.
"Olivia," he said huskily. "You should probably get dressed. You can choose something from the closet."
I nodded, still a bit dazed. "Right. Yeah, I'll just... go do that."
I turned to the closet, catching my reflection in one of the room's many mirrors. My hair was a mess, and my cheeks flushed. I looked thoroughly... well, f****d.
I closed the closet door behind me, leaning against it with a heavy sigh. What the hell had I gotte
