NADINE'S P.O.V
By the time I managed to get out of the room, my hair was a mess. I'd barely managed to force it into a ponytail. The spot between my thighs was sore and from the ay Jennifer's brows rose, it was clear that she knew exactly what we were up to.
My cheeks burned so bright I was sure I resembled a tomato.
"Don't say a word," I warned but that only made her laugh more.
Rowan stepped out, further solidifying what Jennifer thought. He hadn't bothered to smooth down his hair or tried to look presentable. It was almost as if he wanted everyone to know what we were up to.
"Late morning?" Jennifer teased but he merely shot her a blank look. She turned back to me. "You have a mark on your throat."
My cheeks burned even brighter at that and she laughed.
"Come on, Edith's been waiting for us. She hates it when we're late."
