MELISSA'S POV

I opened my eyes to soft light and quiet. Then the realization hit. I was still here. Still in his house.

Still in his hoodie.

I sat up fast, my eyes scanned the entire place,my heart racing. My clothes were folded neatly at the edge of the bed. I didn’t remember doing that. I didn’t care.

I got up, grabbed them, and changed quickly, yanking the hoodie off like it had caught fire. My own jeans felt stiff against my skin, but at least they were mine. I didn’t bother ...