*Olivia*
“What are you still doing in bed?” Dahlia asked me, looking surprised to find me still so disheveled.
I sighed heavily, knowing there was no way I could explain to her that I’d slept in because I was up late–because then she’d ask me why I was up so late. And then I’d have to lie to her face.
Instead, I shrugged and moved aside as she came into the room, throwing herself onto the bed I’d just vacated. I hoped she wouldn’t notice how rumpled the sheets were.
“It’s one in the afternoon, Olive. We’re in Florence! We can’t just sleep the whole day away like we would back home.”
I sighed heavily because I knew that, on the one hand, she was right. On the other, I was still horribly jetlagged, and besides that, I was apparently cursed to have sex dreams about her cousin. I walked over to the bed and sat down next to her, lying back against the mattress and pretending to fall asleep. I fake snored, and she elbowed me.
“Come on,” I groaned. “Just let me sleep!”
