A Late-Night Call with Simbu
With a milkshake in one hand, I dialed Simbu with the other. At first, he didn’t pick up, so I decided to let him rest and was about to hang up when he answered.
His face appeared on the screen—sleepy, with slightly messy hair, lying on his bed in his hotel room.
“Go back to sleep, Simbu,” I said softly. “I’ll call you later.”
He shook his head, refusing, though his eyes were still half-closed. He looked exhausted, probably from his long flight.
Without ending the call, I placed my phone on my study table and just watched him sleep.
He looked even more attractive when he was resting—his chiseled jaw, strong biceps, and peaceful expression. Memories of touching those biceps flashed in my mind, making me blush. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of those
