HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX

Veil left June in the living room with Anders while she stalked into her room. Autumn hadn’t been joking when she promised the room would be met in the exact condition they’d met it before the setup. Every single inch of the wooden floorboards had been cleaned, and the air smelt of freshly laundered wood.

Shrugging out of Anders’ t-shirt and shorts, which she had borrowed from his closet on her way out, she stepped into the shower and allowed the warm water to soak her skin. The curls on her hair fell limply around her shoulders and down her back, and Veil pouted in displeasure.

She had forgotten to cover her hair with a cap, and now she had to bear the repercussions.

Fifteen minutes later, Veil decided she had had enough time for a bath and some reflection under the water. Grabbing her towel off the hook, she sauntered back into the room as she wrapped the towel around her frame.

A part of her thought she would meet Anders in the room, sitting on her bed with that immaculate and cock