Midnight Cravings

Vaughn casually set the slippers aside. "Here," he said.

"Thanks," Sloane said.

She glanced at the dirty slippers, looking super awkward.

By now, she couldn't even call them white anymore. They were just straight-up gray-black.

Just as Sloane felt embarrassed, Vaughn reached out and grabbed her ankle again.

Her ankle was a bit red from how hard she'd tried to pull free earlier.

Vaughn inspected it