Chapter 30
- Lana
- I can’t twist my head far enough to be sure his eyes are really closed. My neck stiffens when I try. I give up and peel off my damp tank top anyway, letting it drop to the marble floor. The sound feels loud in the quiet room. My skin is still warm, still buzzing.
- I step out of my jean skirt and push it aside with my foot. I steal another glance. His eyes are shut. At least, I think they are.