NIRELLE

When I step out of the bathroom with a robe wrapped around my body, Lucien has left me a sundress folded on the chair. I walk to it and feel the silkiness of the material. I wondered why he had picked the dress, but I changed into it and used his lotion to moisturise my body.

He was nowhere to be found, and I wondered where he was, but I climbed into the bed and began to go through my phone. Cassian's texts do not stop, and I wonder how shameless he has to be to send me such texts. When ...