Scarlett's POV
The morning light was too bright, falling across my eyes and making me frown. My head felt heavy… and my body felt like it had been run over by a freight train. Every muscle ached with a strange, lingering heat.
I blinked several times, my vision finally focusing on a figure sitting in the armchair by my window.
"Lila?" My voice was weak, barely recognizable.
She smiled at me, though her eyes looked unusually tired. "Good morning, sleepyhead."
"You're back!" I sat up too quickly, and a wave of dizziness washed over me. I ignored it, sliding out of bed to throw my arms around her. "I missed you so much these last two weeks."
Lila hugged me back, but she was careful—almost too careful—as if she was afraid I might break. As my skin brushed against hers, a jolt of sensitivity shot through me. My breasts felt tender, rubbing painfully against the fabric of my cardigan, and there was a strange, dull throb between my thighs that I couldn't explain.
