He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

(Daisy’s POV)

A knock dragged me out of sleep in the most disrespectful way possible.

At first, it didn’t even feel real. It blended into whatever dream I had been having, something about drying avocados, which, in hindsight, made sense.considering my current living situation. But then the knock came again.

Louder.

I subconsciously frowned into my pillow and tried to ignore it. That was when I realized I couldn’t move properly. Something was on me.

Wait. No. Not something.

Someone.

I opened my eyes slowly and turned my head just enough to confirm what I already suspected. Lillian had somehow managed to drape herself over me like I was a mattress extension. Her arm was across my neck, her leg thrown over my waist, and her breathing steady and peaceful, like she wasn’t actively suffocating another human being.

I stared at the ceiling.

Last night had been a mistake.

Not the decision to share a room. That had not been a decision. That had been forced. What I meant was the assumption that we would both just… sleep- like normal people.

We were not normal people.

At least not in our sleep.

My entire body felt like I had been in a minor fight and lost. And now, the knock came again.

I groaned and carefully lifted an arm off my neck, placing it beside the owner as gently as I could. Then I reached down and moved her leg, which took more effort than I expected because she adjusted slightly, tightening her hold for a second before relaxing again.

Of course, she was comfortable.

I finally managed to slide out of bed, stretching my arms as I stood. The movement pulled at muscles I didn’t even remember having, and I winced lightly before another slow knock sounded. This time, it fully registered, and I stilled.

Right.

Things were different now. There was someone else in this house, and with his knocking, I knew exactly why he was here.

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