I toss and turn in the large canopy bed, kicking the sheets and sighing. My mouth feels dry from the wine I had tonight, and I need some water.
"Or maybe it's guilt for what you're about to do," I muttered to myself. I sat up in bed and reached for the garment Ian had brought me. To my surprise, it's just a simple white cotton t-shirt.
Determined to get a drink, I got out of bed and left the room quietly. I made my way through the upstairs hallway and down the stairs, barefoot to avoid making noise. Once in the kitchen, I search the cabinets for a glass. When I finally find one, I pour myself a glass of water. I left the pitcher in the refrigerator and took a sip of the life-saving water.
"What are you doing?"
I choke and jump, causing the glass to slip from my hand and shatter.
"But.
