Oddly it was that thought that permeated the panic and made her rational brain kick in. No, she most certainly did not sleep nude, nor did she forget to lock the doors when she returned home. In fact nothing about the way she had woken up this morning made sense, from the curtains being open to Finnian being in her bed. And he was quite right – other than the vague information that she lived in Wellingtonshire, along with hundreds of others, she couldn’t recall ever telling him her actual address. But above all that, and strongest of all, she didn’t believe him to be that sort of man.

“Where are you clothes?” She asked anxiously, eyes scanning the carpeted floor to no avail. Blushing she accidentally caught a glimpse of the body still visible on her bed – quite a lot of it actually – and she scurried to the wardrobe at the foot of her bed, determined to cover herself so she could in turn cover him. They would get nowhere if she was distracted by the smooth expanse of-

“What the-?” Belle bit her lip – her mother would kill her if she heard half of the language she apparently came out with these days – but it was justified in her estimation as folded neatly on a shelf inside the wardrobe were a set of robes she had never seen before in her life that carried the distinct cologne that she could practically feel on her own body.

“Finnian, someone is playing a very odd trick on us.”

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Lady made me sexy <3