MARY’s POV

It was five in the morning, and I was having tea time when my doorbell rang. And when I opened it, I saw Drake on my doorstep, smiling at me.

“And what are you doing here?” I asked, arching my brow.

Drake smiled and suddenly threw himself into mine, giving me a tight hug. “I miss you,” he uttered.

When he loosened the hug, my brows furrowed, and I crossed my arms in front of my chest. ‘Damn, I don’t wear my bra,’ I thought.

“I’m visiting my girlfriend, and I want to invite you for—”

“I’m busy,” I replied, cutting the hum of his words.

Drake arched...