Curled up in a warm blanket, Sibyl blushed and smiled like a high school girl as she read Keshton’s message: “Good morning, I will be there to pick you up in an hour.” For the past three days, she had woken up to one of his lovely messages, always ending with him telling her he was coming to see her. No matter how much she wanted to take it lightly, it played with her heart. It was as if they were dating. Sibyl shyly buried her face in her pillow. Since she had not responded to his confession the thing between them could not be called dating but Keshton had been treating her more like his girlfriend. Sibyl got off the bed and stepped into the shower. She didn't know how or when it started, but he would pick her up and drop her off at home daily. She had asked him not to postpone his busine
