The more I tried to exclude him from my thoughts, however, the more his face and what we'd just been doing appeared in my mind.

The next morning, I descended the stairs with circles under my eyes.

When Lyon saw my sleep-deprived face, he couldn't resist smiling. "Good morning."

I shot him a resentful glance but didn't say a word.

If not for him, I would not have sat up the whole night. Therefore, I was quite bitter towards the culprit.

Lyon, however, pretended ignorance and continued trying to make small talk with me.

I replied half-heartedly and appeared rather sleep-deprived.

As a rule, when I did not sleep well...