Myla’s POV
I woke up again. This time, the sunlight wasn’t stabbing my eyes, and I felt way better than before.
I dragged myself to the giant mirror.
Ugh. I looked horrible—hair a tangled mess, face a disaster.
And Kyle saw me like this.
Fuck.
I rushed into the bathroom. To my surprise, there was a brand-new toothbrush, toothpaste, tongue scraper, floss, and even mouthwash. Perfect. Almost like he knew my morning routine.
I had no idea what time it was, so I dug through my bag on the corner table until I found my phone. 11:40 a.m.
After freshening up, I found a pair of clean shorts and a shirt in the wardrobe. They looked new, untouched. I put them on, combed my long black hair, and braced myself to face him.
The house was massive, but not gaudy—expensive furniture, elegant drape
