"Oh, you're back, yay," Bexley said flatly the moment I popped up in her bedroom.
I knew she'd be awake. I knew Cyprian would be too. However, I expected them to be fighting, or Bexley to have already kicked Cyprian out. I was not expecting to see the two of them lounging on her bed, completely at ease. Bexley was sitting up with a book in her hands, concentrating on the words. All she has on is a thin, silky, nightie.
What the fu.ck is she doing in something like that? And why is her hair messier than usual? And why is she acting so casual?
Cyprian was lounging on his back, one arm folded behind his head and the other over his stomach. He smirked at me when he saw me taking in the state they were in. He was only in a pair of thin sweatpants. She was in... that. The two of them clearly
