Lisa's POV

I felt chilly all night long. In the bedroom's closet, I couldn't locate a change of clothing that would work.

Only a pair of t-shirts, which I know are meant for Damien, were available for me to change into.

Fortunately, the shorts and t-shirt I put on underneath my dress yesterday weren't too wet, so I was able to sleep in them.

I was unable to avoid worrying about Damien. Even when I dozed asleep, I was unaware of it.

Last night, he suddenly went rigid. The manner in which he said me goodnight astonished me. We didn't intend to go to bed so early, but since the...