It was eight p.m, Sarah had just woken up and was about to get up when she felt a hand wrapped around her waist. Widening her eyes in surprise, she slowly turned around while praying deep down for what her heart was telling her not to be true, but when she turned around, what she saw was exactly what she was praying not to see.

Right in front of her was Xavier, who was sleeping peacefully with his hand wrapped around her waist.

Once she saw him, everything that had happened earlier came back playing in his head, including how she had been the one who took control of the...