Lucy’s POV

When I woke up the next morning, Gabriel was already awake, unsticking the still-wet pages of my journal. I hoped my work wasn’t destroyed from falling into that fountain last night. I still couldn’t grasp what happened.

Or what happened after.

I pulled the covers over my face, blushing beet red. The rest of the night was awkward. I didn’t expect to like being watched. I’ve never been much into exhibitionism, but now, I was ...