At six fifty in the morning, Charlotte was once again awakened by the urge to urinate, she groped her way to the bathroom with her eyes closed.
Yesterday was just too exhausting, she can't even open her eyes now.
After using the bathroom, she returned to bed with her eyes closed.
In a daze, Charlotte felt as if her hand had touched something that also seemed to be a "hand".
Wrong!
How could there be other things on her bed?
Realizing this, Charlotte instantly woke up.
She opened her eyes, meeting the man's deep black pupils.
Leandro?
What was going on, how could Leandro be on her bed?
What happened last night?
Charlotte's mind went completely blank, staring at Leandro's brows and eyes close at hand, and the familiar woody scent that kept wafting over, all served as reminders to
