ANMELA'S POV

After that, we cooked in the kitchen. We went back to the couch. An hour of cuddling and laughing. Like the movie, our time together had ended.

“I’m leaving." Laurent walked to the table and grabbed his bag.

"I thought you were going to sleep here?" I pouted, the plea was in my eyes. I was wishing that my cuteness would make him stay.

He came over, bent his body because I was sitting on the couch. He kissed my forehead.

"See you tomorrow, I have something to do."

It seemed like my overload of cuteness would not convince him, so I had nothing to do.

"All right,...