FREYA’S POV
Night had fallen, and I had finally arrived home, exhausted. Barely an hour had passed since I lay down to rest, when suddenly, before I could even consider shutting my eyes, a knock echoed through my door. With heavy footsteps, I made my way to the entrance and swung it open, only to be taken aback by the sight that greeted me. Standing before me was none other than Marshall, the man whose presence had consumed my thoughts all day long.
As I stood at the door, staring in disbelief, Marshall's familiar face stared back at me. He had been on my mind all day, his thoughts lingering in the background, and now here he was, standing right in front of me. I couldn't help but feel a rush of mixed emotions—surprise, curiosity, and perhaps a hint of nervousness.
Lost in contemplation
