TWENTY-FIVE

I opened my eyes and jerked up with a start, a loud gasp escaping my lips as I did. Hot sweat trickled down my forehead and my fingers grasped the blanket tightly around me. I was going to pull it away when I realized I was naked underneath. The room was dimly lit, and the door slightly ajar. I heard whispering but it was hard to make out any real words.

I was in Prince Draven’s room, but the last thing I remember was fleeing his house when I saw him having sex with Heather. I remember the headache, Mena forcing herself out, and that’s it. How did I end up naked in Prince Draven’s bed?

I heard the door close slowly and in comes Prince Draven. I clutched the blanket tighter to my chest even though I was sweating.

“What happened?” I asked him, my voice coming out as a whisper. He didn’t respond, but rather lowered himself to the bed next to me while I moved away from him. Still, I could not shake off the effect his proximity had on me. My mind wandered to the scene I witnessed with him