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

she felt the warmth of Daniel's broad chest against her back as he moved

her body tensing and her heart racing with nervousness. She was unsure of how to

in her

herself from his intimate gesture. It had been too long since their breakup,

past her from behind to

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

Sienna replied, moving to the side

feel breathless. She let out

softly, "Do you want your egg

replied, sneaking a

she couldn't help but blush as her heart raced. She asked, "Do you want some,

eat late-night snacks,"

pressed her lips together and remained

mac and

the past flooded her mind. She recalled how it was always Shelly who busied herself

having plenty of free