The door flew open, and for a split second, the air in the room seemed to freeze.
Gideon was still frozen mid-call, his phone pressed to his ear, while Rola curled up in his arms, wrapped in nothing but a half-pulled sheet. My gaze swept over their tangled bodies before landing on the aromatherapy lamp I'd bought just last month on the nightstand. Its soft yellow glow blurred their shadows into one murky shape.
Gideon was the first to snap out of his shock. He tossed his phone aside, shoved Rola away, and scrambled to his feet. His voice was still rough, the edge of it not yet gone from what they'd been doing.
"Nellie, let me explain."
"Explain what?" I leaned against the doorframe, my fingers clamped tightly around my phone. The screen was still lit with our active call. "Explain why
