*Olivia*

Oh fuck.

Oh fucking fuck fuck.

“Wait, it’s not what it looks like, I swear–”

I sat up so fast that my head began to spin, the whiplash causing pain in my neck as the top of my head collided with Giovani’s chin. He grunted in pain, but my eyes were only on Dahlia, who stood watching us in stunned silence.

The cogs in my brain whirled around for an excuse, my eyes searching every inch of the room for anything I could use, ...