Viya's POV
Sophia's shriek was followed by something hitting the floor—a bag, judging by the thud and the roll of what might have been an orange.
"Sophia, close your eyes!" I yelped, yanking my sweater off the cushion and clutching it to my chest.
Caesar hadn't moved an inch, propped on one elbow, thoroughly enjoying my flailing.
"You could help," I hissed.
"I'm comfortable."
Hawkins' voice came through the crack in the door, laced with amusement. "They're finally living together and you just had to interrupt?"
"Nobody told me there'd be nudity!" Sophia's voice was strangled, clearly still facing the wall.
"To be fair, it's barely past noon," Hawkins said.
"That makes it worse!"
I finally got my sweater on, cheeks burning, shooting Caesar a glare as he casua
