Guilty pleasure
She looked at the empty side of her bed. It feels warm as if she had been sleeping with someone last night. She forced her body to raised but her head is so dizzy. she fell back to her pillow. She looked under the cover. Her body is fully covered with her white satin pajama. Wait She doesn't have a white satin pajama... Her adrenaline rushed, she tried to remember what happened last night. Her brain stops digging for answer when the leaf of the door slightly pushed by a tall olive skinned guy. His dark deep eyes curves a smile to her. He slowly sit beside her and put the tray of breakfast on his lap. ' good morning, sweet heart '...