The next morning, Asher came out from the bathroom after brushing his teeth, already dressed in his workout wears. His eyes drifted to the couch where Lena had slept, only to find it empty.

Frowning, he glanced around the room. She was right there fifteen minutes ago when he left for the bathroom and she looked so drowned in sleep he'd thought she was dead.

Shrugging it off, he assumed she must have gone downstairs.

Heading toward the closet to grab his sports shoes, Asher paused in surprise when he saw Lena curled up by the closet door, wrapped snugly in the duvet, still fast asleep.

His brows furrowed as...