Nancy POV
The next morning, I’m woken by a voice calling my name, deep and insistent. “Nancy…Nancy…”
I squint against the sunlight piercing through my cotton curtains and groan. Of course, it’s Will. My mind is still foggy from sleep, and for a moment, I wonder why he’s disturbing me so early. Then it hits me. Today is Monday, and I have to report to school.
I sit up, panic rising like a tide. What is wrong with me? Where am I? My eyes dart around the room, realizing I’m still in the bed of a super-rich, impossibly handsome man who seems to have no worries in the world, while I’m supposed to be building my future.
My hands fumble through the scattered clothes on the floor, desperately trying to find something to wear.
Will is standing near the bed, his eyes wide as he takes in my fra
