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.

countertop and began looking

of Daniel's broad chest against

heart racing

Daniel whispered in her

intimate gesture. It had been too long since their breakup, and she couldn't immediately adjust to

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

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

replied, moving to the side to

being near him made her feel breathless. She let out a

washed the celery, he asked softly, "Do you want

sneaking a glance

couldn't help but blush as her heart raced. She asked,

don't eat late-night

her lips together and

to cook the mac and

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

having plenty of