Tracy’s POV

“What the hell are you doing in my room?”

The words left my mouth sharp and shaky at the same time. My heart still slammed against my ribs. His hands had just left my bare tits and the cold air felt wrong against the skin he had warmed. I yanked the sheet up over my chest, clutching it hard enough that my knuckles ached.

Adrian stayed at the edge of the bed, palms open like he was proving he would not touch me again. His voice came low and even.

“Anna renovated while I was gone. She cleared your old things and gave me this room when I...