Jayme blinked. A ray of sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains and hit his still-closed bead, slowly opening as the man's consciousness returned. However, finding herself not in her room made him stir.
Especially when his face turned to the figure sleeping beside him naked and only wrapped in a blanket, he hurriedly looked down at himself and came to his senses.
"s**t!" Jayme cursed as he hurriedly got up and put on some clothes, then searched for his car keys.
Yesterday's drama had made him suddenly senile.
Jayme didn't even remember that he had finally taken the opportunity offered by Clara to stay overnight. His defenses were down. His struggle to quit his bad habit was ruined and in vain.
After two years of successfully curbing his inner demons, it all evaporated again
