Was it because he was so sexy? No wake-up Triffany! She shouted in her head.

“Come lay down here.” Carlos's voice pulled her from her thought.

“I will use the couch.” She said softly without glancing at him.

Carlos sat up on the bed, his smiles gone, only seriousness in his tone. “I told you before, your hand is injured so use the bed for now.” He paused.

“Come over and take off those nasty imaginations out of your head.” His final words made Triffany sit up.

“What imaginations?” She said without hesitation. “I'm not thinking anything.”

Carlos smiled, even if she said otherwise, her reaction had already given her...