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.

on the countertop and began looking around for the

warmth of Daniel's broad chest against her back as he

tensing and her heart racing

whispered in her ear. His

back a little, distancing herself from his intimate gesture. It had been too long since their breakup,

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

and a wave of shyness washed over her. Her heart pounded, and her

moving to the side to put

her feel breathless. She

skillfully washed the celery, he asked softly, "Do you want your egg fried or

Sienna replied, sneaking

blush as her heart raced. She asked, "Do you want some,

eat late-night snacks," Daniel

pressed her lips together and remained

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

her mind. She recalled how it was

plenty