LILA'S POV
Wade just stares at me for a long moment, water still dripping down his ridiculously perfect body, and I swear to the Goddess I can feel my brain short-circuiting.
"What am I doing in your bathroom?" he repeats slowly, like he's talking to a confused child. "Lila, you're in my room."
“What?” I blink. "No, I'm not. One of your maids showed me to my room. This is my..."
"This is my room." He cuts in firmly as he reaches for a towel hanging nearby, and I try very hard not to watch the way his muscles flex as he wraps it around his waist. I fail spectacularly. "Your room is three doors down on the left."
"But..." I look around, really look this time, and oh f**k.
Oh f**k.
He's right.
The bed is bigger than the one I sat on earlier. Darker sheets. There's a desk in the corner
