Nathan's POV
When she wakes again, I’m still lying there, wide awake. I haven’t slept at all. Her eyes blink open slowly, the lashes still damp from earlier, and she lifts her head just enough to look at me.
“I need to know which rooms are which,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from sleep.
I brush a hand over her hair. “What rooms do you want to know about?”
“Mason’s and Theo’s. Last night and the night before, they took me back to the room I was shown the first day, but I couldn’t find theirs. Yours was the first door I opened that wasn’t empty.”
I arch a brow, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. “So you were actually looking for them, not me?”
Her eyes roll, but it’s soft. “That’s not what I meant. I just… I didn’t want to sleep alone, and I wasn’t sure which rooms wer
