The Wrong Woman

The night was silent, and the maple forest outside was cloaked in darkness, with only a few scattered streetlights casting a faint glow on a corner of the garden. Sienna had gone to bed early in the evening but woke up at midnight, her stomach growling with hunger because she had skipped dinner.

Stepping out of her room, Sienna found the living room brightly lit.

Daniel was lounging on the couch in casual home attire, one arm resting on the back and the other holding his phone. Hearing her, he looked up.

Their eyes met, and Sienna froze, her heart inexplicably tightening. Flustered, she asked, "You... haven't slept yet?"

Daniel smiled warmly. "No, I haven't."

He couldn't stop thinking about her. Though they were only separated by a wall and had seen each other just that morning, by nightfall, he found himself yearning to see her again.

He waited quietly in the living room, not wanting to disturb her by knocking on her door.

Sienna nodded and walked toward the kitchen.

Daniel's gaze followed her intently. He stood up and followed her into the kitchen.

Sienna opened the refrigerator and took out a sausage and celery. Then, she found a box of instant mac and cheese in the pantry.

everything on the countertop and began looking around for

broad chest against her back as

her heart racing with

Daniel whispered in her

had been too long since their breakup, and she couldn't immediately adjust to Daniel's sudden

cook," Daniel said, reaching past her from behind to take the celery from

shyness washed over her. Her heart pounded, and her face flushed from

side to put some

near him made her feel

celery, he asked softly, "Do you

replied, sneaking a

blush as

eat late-night

pressed her lips together and

stove to cook the mac and cheese while Sienna watched from the

her mind. She recalled how it was always Shelly who busied

plenty of