LILY
I woke with my throat burning, parched and tight, my lips dry against the pillow. My hand shot out blindly, searching for my water bottle, only to find it empty.
Groaning softly, I swung my legs off the bed, my phone in hand to keep the screen light close, and padded barefoot toward the kitchen.
I expected to be alone, maybe to fumble around for water and slip back under the cool sheets. But as I rounded the corner, my steps faltered, frozen by the sight that met me.
Roland.
He was shirtless, and the only piece of clothing he had on was a pair of snug, dark briefs that clung to his hips. His head tilted back as he drained a glass of water, the veins along his arms taut with each movement. I couldn’t help the way my eyes were drawn first to the sharp line of his abs, then the cur
