I woke up with a sharp gasp, my heart racing as the events of the previous night flooded back to me in fragments. The job. The club. Theodore.
Throwing off the blanket, I glanced down and let out a sigh of relief—I was still fully dressed.
But my relief was short-lived.
"You’re awake."
I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of his voice. Theodore was perched casually on the edge of the vanity, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand and his eyes locked on me with unsettling intensity.
"You know," I started, trying to ignore the way my pulse spiked under his gaze. "This is giving serious Edward Cullen vibes. Should I be worried about glitter and bad life choices?"
"You’re safe from glitter," Theodore took a slow sip of his coffee, his smirk infuriatingly casual. "The bad life choic
