SERENA’S POV
But all I met was him asleep, his head bent slightly to the side.
How could he drop a bomb like that on me and immediately go to sleep?
I stared at him, irritation bubbling as the urge to wake him up surged within me.
Carefully, I walked towards him, but realized I couldn't actually go through with it.
Instead, the urge shifted, and before I could control myself, my hands were already reaching out—gently guiding him to lie horizontally on the bed.
He sighed, as if in appreciation, but didn’t move an inch.
Why are you this tired? I found myself wanting to brush away the strands of hair on his forehead.
I almost gave in to the urge, but caught myself just in time.
I snapped out of that merciful trance and hurried out of the room, as if chased by something I couldn’t n
