Chapter 46

Lila’s POV

The guys finally returned with my keys and phone about thirty minutes later. Rowan claimed he just wanted me to make nice, but I feigned exhaustion so I could wrap things up. “I’m beat,” I yawned, waving them off like they were overzealous pizza delivery guys. They high-fived, slung my stuff on the desk, and skedaddled. Freedom never tasted so sweet.

I tried to cram Anglo-Saxon lit facts into my brain but my eyelids staged a protest. I sighed, glanced at my bed—the only one with actual bedding in the room—and conceded defeat. I couldn’t, in good conscience, force Rowan (who was currently buried under a naked mattress on the loft) to the floor after I’d already commandeered the bottom bunk earlier. Plus, it was kind of fun knowing he was down there, snoring like a miniature freight train.

Leaning forward, I did the most covert sniff test in history. Deodorant, check. Perfume, check. Baywatch-level freshness. Until I heard: “You smell good.”