Derek’s thick and curly eyelashes trembled a few times before he was able to slowly open them, gazing at the familiar ceiling in a daze.

Right then, he felt a hand – a tiny one at that, he felt it cruising on his chest. He blinked. Twice. Then, he looked down and saw a fair feminine hand on his chest.

Directly, he slanted his head and sighed silently as soon as he registered the sleeping woman beside him.

She’d left the bed and came to sleep beside him here on the floor.

A slow smile crept onto his face as he slowly shifted on his side, not liking to disrupt...