As Jeff glanced at the door, he realized it was none other than Jessica standing there, staring at him.
He saw her drop the pillow, but he didn't move toward her.
His mind was blank, and for a moment, the two of them just stared at each other, the silence stretching on.
It felt as if time had stopped altogether and the world frozen in that single, lingering moment.
Jessica slowly and naturally picked up the pillow, stood up straight, and then closed the door, as if nothing had happened.
When the door was finally closed, her breathing became rapid, and her face turned red. She used the pillow to cover her mouth as she bit on it, her eyes misty with a mix of embarrassment and awe.
"Is he really that ripped? Also, when did he become so much more handsome?" she whispered to herself, hugging the pillow tighter.
What she saw earlier made her heart flutter. Slowly, she walked back to her room, her expression blank as she tried to process everything.
