"Not going back to sleep?"
Tiffany froze completely, turning her head mechanically toward the source of the voice.
There stood a man in a loosely buttoned gray shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing sharp collarbones and a prominent Adam's apple.
His slightly upturned eyes gleamed like clear pools—indescribably captivating.
His face was so flawlessly handsome it bordered on sinful.
Who else could it be but Calvin?
Tiffany's beautiful eyes flickered with shock, her body rooted to the spot.
"What's wrong?"
Calvin's lips curved into a faint smirk, his voice lazy yet dripping with undisguised affection.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten me,
Fanny?"
Only then did Tiffany snap out of her daze, scrambling upright on the bed in a fluster.
"When did you get back?
H-how did you end up here?"
She distinctly remembered falling asleep on the couch.
When did Calvin come upstairs?
How had she not noticed at all?
No, that's not right.
Tiffany swallowed hard.
