The scent of something warm and buttery pulls me out of bed, just as the door opens and Grace walks in.
“Miss Wilson,” she nods curtly. “I’m here to change the sheets.”
“Sheets?” I glance down at the bed, my face flaming instantly as I see a damp patch smack-dab in the middle of my bed. I splutter as I try to speak, staring intently at the floor.
“May I?” She asks warmly. “Mr. Hawthorne is already in the dining room, if you’d like to join him for breakfast.”
My stomach makes a noise, but I shake my head. “I—I think I’ll take a shower first,” I mumble, retreating into the bathroom in a hurry. I shut the door behind me with a groan.
“Why couldn’t I have woken up earlier?” I mumble, walking over to the mirror.
I look like I had s*x, too.
I’m wearing Adrian’s shirt that I somehow g
