Elsie woke up in the morning with pale skin and chapped lips. She blinked as the rays of the sun struck her face. She rubbed her weary eyes and darted them to the person beside her, snoring softly. Stan was handsome, but at that moment, he looked like a baby. Elsie took the chance to stare at him for a minute, swallowing her saliva.

Stan’s face looked exhausted, with his brows still knitted together. Elsie was about to stand up when she felt his hand on her wrist. He awakened and roamed his eyes.

“Good morning,” he said.

“G-good morning.” Elsie sat on the bed and brushed her fingers through...