“Good news: I have a top-of-the-line humidifier in my bedroom.” Of course.
“What counts as atop-of-the-line humidifier?” Darcy scoffed at her, her eyebrows wrinkling together. “It’s a humidifier. They all do the same thing.”
Maybe it was the fact that her mind had just been melted a little. Maybe it was that she’d started softening minutely toward Darcy since being able to slot that final piece of information into her mind.
Juliet held her gaze as she challenged, “If you’re so certain, I suppose you’ll have to come to my bedroom and see for yourself.”
“I guess I will.”
Chapter Fifteen
Darcy joltedawake to the sound of a door snapping closed.
Or a cabinet?
Somethingshut, sharply, and she opened her eyes.
Her face was buried in a super soft pillow that smelled, inexplicably, like sun-soaked cotton. The way clothes smelled when hung out to dry in the summertime.
She had no idea how Juliet’s bedding – and Juliet, for that matter, she now knew very intimately – smelled like that, because she was pretty positive Juliet/Juliet’s housekeeper(s?) didn’t dry her laundry outside.
Juliet. With whom she’d had sex last night.
Because apparently Juliethadn’tbeen taunting her. Darcy felt very certain of that now, because there was nothing that said “mutually assured destruction” like Juliet coming in her mouth as though she’d never be able to experience another orgasm in her life.
JulietJacobswas a lesbian.
Even though they’d fucked for hours, Darcy still felt totally rocked by that reality.
Admittedly, maybe she shouldn’t. Becauseshewas a lesbian, and she didn’t have any sort of timeline or anything on coming out. So… she supposed it wasn’t that insane.
When she’d imagined having some sort of kinship to Juliet in the past, she’d never imagined they hadthisin common, though.
That sharp cabinet/door/something closing sound happened again, and Darcy took a long, deep breath and rolled onto her back.
“You sleep like the dead, you know,” Juliet intoned, sounding amused.
Darcy rejectedthatnotion immediately. “No, I don’t.”
She fucking wished. She’d give just about anything to be able to have more than a fitful sleep for months, now.
“I have no idea who has lied to you about that, butyes, you do,” Juliet doubled-down.
Darcy rolled her eyes, turning to face her left, where Juliet had last been in her memory. But the other side of the cushy, king-sized bed was empty save for some rumpled high thread-count blankets.
She lifted her gaze higher, taking everything in. She’d been in a bit of a haze when they’d gotten to Juliet’s bedroom last night, single-mindedly focused on the activity at hand.
She’d told Juliet exactly the truth: what she’d desperately wanted was to turn her mind off. Which was precisely what she’d gotten.
Juliet’s bedroom wasn’tpalatiallybig, but it was very spacious. There was a large loveseat on the other side of the room, near the glass doors that opened onto a balcony.
She was surprised by the color Juliet had in here, having expected – if pressed – something far more neutral. Her walls were painted an olive green, though, and she had gray and jewel-toned accents with her pillows and blankets. Her floors were dark, polished wood, with some sort of expensive-looking rugthat had been very soft under Darcy’s feet last night. It was… homey.
She continued her exploratory stare until she came to an open doorway that clearly led into the ensuite.
Just inside the door was a large vanity, which Juliet currently sat in front of, looking like some kind of glorious royalty.
The vanity, from Darcy’s view, looked like it was made of marble, and the built-in lights around the large mirror reminded Darcy of the lights she saw in the professional dressing rooms she’d been in. Of course, Juliet had that set up in her personal bathroom.
