Adiva felt a gentle touch on her cheek and slowly opened her eyes. She was surprised to see Ghavin's face observing hers. Moreover, Ghavin was lying on the bed with her, turning his body to face her. Adiva blinked, her face flushing under Ghavin's gaze, especially when he brushed her hair aside from her forehead with his index finger. Adiva's lips couldn't form words, and she froze, letting Ghavin look at her. He looked different, and his handsomeness seemed to multiply when he acted this way toward her. Adiva liked the focused Ghavin, and now she liked the attentive Ghavin.
"While I was arguing with my family, you were comfortably sleeping in my bed," Ghavin said, his voice deep.
Adiva chose to remain silent, more interested in watching Ghavin's Adam's apple move up and down as he spoke
