CHAPTER 8

Lily's POV

Blur background, Cream curtains with gold trimmings. Pristine walls and ceiling. A soft plushy couch. A beautiful king-size bed, covered in transparent curtains that danced to the music of the wind. A rumpled duvet and folds of bedding scattered on the floor.

I fluttered my eyes open as I took in the surroundings of where I was.

Yeah, I was in Marcus's room.

As I finally regained consciousness, a dull ache coursed through my head, and my throat felt raw from the force of my cries.

I coughed weakly, pushing myself up from the floor with trembling arms. As I struggled to my feet, I realized with a jolt that I had passed out far longer than I imagined.

I stood up and realized I was still naked. Damn it. I cursed inwardly.

“I need to get some clothes on,” I said to myself, hand gripping my head as I made my way around the room.

I searched the room till I found his closet. I walked in and began going through it in search of female clothing.

“There's nothing in here,” I murmure