The Wrong Woman

Mila remained motionless. She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep. But the more she tried to sleep, the more awake she felt. Mila was unaware of how much time had passed. She succumbed to exhaustion and gradually drifted into sleep.

She lost track of how long she had been asleep when she felt a gentle hand turning her body.

A man's careful touch trailed from her neck, moving cautiously as if afraid to wake her up.

While Mila was still half asleep, she felt herself nestled in the curve of an arm. Her eyelids were too heavy, so she didn't want to wake up.

She snuggled into the warm embrace. She adjusted to a comfortable position and drifted back to sleep.

In her dream, she felt a familiar scent lingering around, with a warm breath brushing against her face. She embraced the warmth and slept soundly. The next morning, Mila woke up in Nathan's arms.

As she opened her eyes, she realized she was nestled against him. Half of her body was draped over him.

Their sleeping position was extremely intimate.

She had clearly slept with her back to him last night.

Why did she always move a lot in her sleep? She felt annoyed rather than greedy to bask in his warm embrace. She quickly got out of his embrace.

Nathan was awakened by Mila's movements. As he opened his eyes, he saw her walking toward the door. She opened the door and left.

Nathan sat up. He lowered his head and covered his face with both hands before letting out a deep sigh.

Mila went back to her room to freshen up. After she changed her clothes, she grabbed her bag before leaving.

As she walked, she sent a message to Phoebe, "Are you awake? I have something to do this morning. Join me."

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