The next morning, when Evelyn woke up, Julian was already gone from the lounge chair.
She pulled back the covers and got out of bed, walking toward the bathroom.
Right at the door, she bumped into Julian, who had just finished washing up.
She blinked at him, still half asleep, looking a bit puzzled.
Then it hit her—last night really happened.
"Morning," Julian greeted with a smile.
She smiled back. "Morning."
"Changing room's that way," she told him, pointing toward it.
Julian nodded, signaling he got it.
Evelyn stepped around him and went into the bathroom.
Leaning on the sink, she stared at her reflection in the mirror and finally processed it—Julian really had stayed in her room overnight.
She splashed some water on her face and patted her cheeks befor
