ROWANNE'S POV.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Eli said as he stepped closer. Each of his steps seemed measured, but my heart raced faster with every one of them. “What are you doing out here?”
I glanced at the glass of water on the table. “Needed water,” I murmured, my voice quieter than I intended, unable to meet his gaze.
But the truth? Water wasn’t the reason I was here. One hour. That’s how long I had spent lying in bed and trying to force my eyes shut, trying to silence the chaos in my head. It was no use.
Eli was all I could think about, his voice, his hands, his lips. My mind spiralled, tangled in contradictions I couldn’t untangle. I wanted to confront him about Jett, about the investigation, about his mother putting spies on me.
But instead, I found myself in a shameful erotic dream.
