Rhea’s POV
The sunlight hitting my face was the first thing I felt. I groaned softly, rubbing my eyes as I slowly opened them.
For a moment, everything felt hazy, as if my mind were still floating somewhere between sleep and reality. I blinked, squinting at the unfamiliar ceiling above me.
This… wasn’t my room.
Confusion crept in as I pushed myself up slightly and looked around the large, elegant bedroom.
Then I realized something was else.
I was only wearing my underwear.
My heart skipped violently in my chest, and I felt like I was suffocating.
Memories from the previous night rushed back all at once: music, drinks, dancing, laughter… Rowan.
My stomach twisted as panic began to rise.
Just then the bathroom door opened.
I froze.
Rowan stepped out, a white towel hanging loose
