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.

the countertop and began looking around

chest against her back

body tensing and her heart racing with nervousness. She was

you hungry?" Daniel whispered in her

too long since their breakup, and she couldn't immediately adjust

her from behind to

felt as if he were hugging her, and a wave of shyness washed over her. Her heart

Sienna replied, moving to the side to put some distance

feel

celery, he asked softly, "Do you

Sienna replied, sneaking a

but blush as her

don't eat late-night snacks," Daniel

pressed her lips

the stove to cook the mac and cheese while Sienna watched

mind. She recalled how it was

having plenty of