Elena woke up to a consistent banging on her bedroom door.
Muttering long strings of curses beneath her breath, she struggled to her feet, and instantly missed the comfort of her duvet as she departed from it.
Still swearing, she turned the key with more force than usual, her face contorted in a glare as she prepared to meet face-to-face with the culprit.
“Eva?” She frowned, her brows lifting as she scanned the girl who looked like she had gotten straight out of bed as well.
Eva was dressed in a silk nightgown and had a brooding expression on her face which worsened as their eyes met.
“Can I come in? Please?” She asked, breathing heavily. Without getting a response, she barged in, moving to sit on the bed. “I’m a f*****g sixteen-year-old!”
Elena rolled her eyes as she walked toward
