Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The moonlight was like spilled milk, bathing the night in a silvery glow.

The next day, at 9 AM, York woke up and decided to check on Leda.

He was just about to knock on her door when it swung open from the inside.

"Sho-"

Oops!

Standing there was a young man, his hair a tousled mess, clearly just roused from sleep and about to make his exit.

Their eyes met, and York was totally flabbergasted.

The man, however, was much calmer, gave York a slight nod, and then gestured for silence with a finger to his lips, turning his head towards the interior, "Keep it down, she's still asleep." With that, he left.

York stood in the hallway, dumbfounded, for a solid thirty seconds before it hit him: "Damn-"

Leda had a guy over? In the hotel he ran, in the room he booked, right across from him, under his very nose?

York stormed in, trying to slam the door for effect.

Unfortunately, the hotel's quality control was too good; the doors were designed to close quietly, making barely any noise.

Frustrated, he kicked over a chair, but even that failed to make much of a racket thanks to the plush carpeting.

curtains open, letting the

you doing?!

up abruptly, but the sunlight forced her to squint, barely making out

it was York, she commanded, "Close the

had one flaw, it was her terrible

wouldn't dare to provoke her at such

Hearing her, York scoffed.

fresh, some fading, it was clear what

voice made

she finally recognized

blanket to cover herself "Oh

you enter without knocking?"

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He wanted to sit down, but all the

bed's edge, "Ms. Reynolds sure knows

changing them

en

what's gotten into you? Coming here first thing in

"Nope!"

buzz around

blanket up and turned to sleep

and close the

York was left speechless.