After the party, I arrived home very late. The house was already dark, and the only light spilling over the yard came from our car's headlights. Tired, I carried my stilettos, quietly making my way to my room. When I flipped on the light, my heart nearly stopped—someone was lying on my bed.
Dylan was there, hugging my pillow as he slept soundly. Beside him, I noticed a bundle of roses. I took a deep breath, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes.
I quietly gathered my pajamas and slipped into the bathroom to take a quick shower. When I finished, I tiptoed over to grab an extra pillow lying next to Dylan. He stirred slightly, clutching my pillow even tighter, and my chest tightened painfully at the sight.
Gently, I pulled the blanket over him, smoothed it out, and l
