Fawn's POV
I got up and picked up Blake's shirt, not wanting to walk through the house naked. I was bolder, but not that bold. I grabbed the clothes from yesterday, my phone, and my clutch, then headed to my own suite of rooms so I could shower and dress. At least Ana wasn't around to see me doing this walk of shame.
I peeled off Blake's shirt and tossed it onto the bed, then pulled my phone out to charge without looking at it before heading to the bathroom, first dropping the dirty clothes in the basket.
In the mirror, my reflection stared back at me—Cassie's face, flushed and marked with Blake's stubble around my neck and collarbone. My hair was a tangled mess, my lips swollen from his kisses. I looked thoroughly f****d and, annoyingly, happier than I… Fawn had been in years.
"s**t,"
