Lily’s POV
“f**k…” I mumbled, trying hard to move.
Every muscle in my body ached like I’d gone twelve rounds with a wild animal and lost. My limbs felt like jelly, my back was sore, and I was pretty sure I wasn’t walking straight for the next decade.
I blinked at the morning light filtering through the curtains, groaning as I turned to check the time.
Too early.
And yet… already late.
School. Lessons. Life.
I had to get up.
Had to.
I forced myself to sit upright, wincing as the bedsheets brushed against my skin. My robe was somewhere on the floor, my dignity along with it, and the chaos of last night still clung to the air like humidity. The worst part?
I didn’t hate it.
I hated that I didn’t hate it.
Before I could wrestle with that thought any longer, the door creaked open.
