Deanara’s POV

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” He asked as he saw me sitting in the dining area typing on my laptop when it was already midnight.

We’re staying in a luxury room overseeing the whole city of the province. The interior design was classy with high-quality furnishings, there were arts on the walls, and the room was cozy and lit. Honestly, it’s like a romantic room. I hate walking around it because I imagine things I should be imagining.

For example, love making which I believe I shouldn’t be thinking but the whole room speaks romantic. It’s really for couples, more specifically for married couples. I don’t want to...