Chapter 36 Low-budget Telenovela

• ARYA
• It was unnerving how Aunt Sally was constantly stealing glances at me when she thought I wasn't looking. I'd woken up earlier this morning, only to find myself in Daxton's bed, wearing one of his shirts. I'd been horrified to know that he'd changed my clothes without my permission, but what worried me more was the fact that I couldn't recall why I'd ended up in his bed. The last thing I remembered was tending to him in bed.
• Judging from the side eyes Aunt Sally was sending my way, she definitely knew something I didn't.