Viya's POV
It was a child's nightgown.
A small,silk nightgown printed with tiny cartoon animals.
I stood there, staring at it, my brain struggling to recalibrate.
This was the dress I'd accidentally ordered months ago—my college roommate's daughter's birthday.
I'd sent money as a gift, then mindlessly scrolled through a shopping app and hit "buy" on this adorable little nightgown without checking the shipping address.
By the time I realized the mistake, it had already arrived. I'd kept it, figuring maybe one day… for my own child. Someday.
I hadn't expected—
"Oh. Wrong one."
Caesar's voice came from the other side of the door, lazy and utterly unrepentant.
Then his hand slipped back through the gap—those long, elegant, infuriating fingers—this time holding a
