I blinked.
Wait—no one said anything about confessing.
I cleared my throat, and the moment he realized how close our faces were, a slow, mischievous smile curved on his lips.
Hey.
Don't look at me like that.
I shouldn't be flirting with a minor. I could literally go to jail for this.
But then again—
the old me is already dead.
Now my soul is stuck inside the body of an impostor named Solar.
God. I can't do this.
"Go change first," he said calmly. "There are clothes in the cabinet."
"Huh? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I frowned.
His gaze dropped—and instantly, his cheeks turned red.
Confused, I looked down at myself.
A satin women's pajama set.
A thin cami top.
Ruffled shorts.
Mom picked this for me. It is a little sexy… but—
I slapped my forehead.
Right.
He's a guy.
I nodded awkwardly, and he let out a deep breath before turning away and leaving the room. After I finished changing, I told him I was done—but there was no answer.
