Chapter 152: What Did You Do?
>>Ariston
The sheets beneath me were surprisingly soft. Warm, too—maybe a little too warm, like the room was steeped in a low, indulgent heat meant to coax muscles into melting. I stared at the floor through the hole in the massage bed, silent except for the occasional quiet knock of footsteps beyond the curtain.
This was my idea.
I let out a breath, eyes narrowing at the floor. This was all my stupid, ridiculous idea.
Out of jealousy.
God, I couldn’t believe myself. One move from Vesper, and suddenly I was booking the most absurd, decadent massage appointment in the entire capital. Just to prove I didn’t care. Just to... what? Compete?
Vesper and Drakkar weren’t even doing anything intimate, she was just very frank with them. Like a close friend
Pathetic.
I shifted slightly, the crinkle of the paper under me reminding me how exposed I was. At least I still had my underwear on. Small mercies. No one would see... well, that.
No one would know.
I rubbed my face against the pillow and let out a soft groan of shame.
What was wrong with me?