**My Father’s Robot**

Chapter 19

ELISE'S POV

The next morning,I woke up wet.

Not from any dream I could clearly remember—just a low, stubborn ache between my legs and the vivid memory of pale gray eyes watching me from a doorway. My tank top had twisted during the night, one nipple fully exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. The fabric had rubbed against it long enough that the skin felt raw and hypersensitive. I fixed the shirt with a sharp, irritated tug and immediately regretted the friction. My body was already too awake, too aware, and the worst part was that the awareness had a name and a...