― You rarely cry before
So it did.
I was jostled awake by noise ― a drastic knock by the door. My fingers squeezed over my eyes to wipe the sleep off my heavy eyelids. Opening them, I was greeted by darkness. Ian’s scent reminds me I slept at this place. But it’s so dark. The lack of sleep makes me feel like it’s only an hour since I closed my eyes.
But I can already hear a faint sound from the floor above. Movements. If it’s only been an hour, everyone must still be sleeping. Ian shouldn’t be panicking by the door. Panic.
I quickly sat on the bed and watched as the door opened after he realized I didn’t lock it. I won’t lock the door to its owner. I saw a silhouette. Fresh after-shower gel breaks into the room with him. The lights from his receiving area from the artificial ligh
