Zara's POV
I woke up with a mild headache, a light throbbing behind my eyes that made the room tilt just a little when I first opened them. The silk sheets felt cool and smooth against my bare legs, so much softer than anything I had ever slept in before. I jolted upright, heart racing, and looked around. This was definitely not my dorm.
The ceiling was a deep, warm grey, smooth and perfect, with a fancy light fixture that looked expensive. My dorm ceiling had that ugly water stain Bri had named Gerald months ago. This place felt like real money—quiet, solid, masculine.
I looked down at myself and froze. I was wearing a man's shirt, dark and soft, way too big on me. It slipped off one shoulder and hung low, the fabric brushing my n*****s every time I moved. Below that, I had on a pair o
