The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

The following Monday, Thalassa woke up from a deep sleep that had lasted from the previous afternoon all the way into the morning.

As soon as her eyes fluttered open, she instinctively reached out for her phone, only to grasp at the empty air beside her bed. It took her a moment to remember that Callum had taken her phone and she hadn't retrieved it yet.

But something felt off as her hand searched the empty space-there was warmth, and the faint sensation of breath against her skin.

Startled, Thalassa's eyes shot open, and as she lifted her head to look toward where her hand had landed, she found it resting on Lysander's face. Her entire palm enveloped the side of his face, her fingertips brushing against his breath.

That's when she realized why she could feel the warmth of his exhales.

"Oh, shoot," she thought, realizing she had been touching Lysander's face all this while!

Thalassa couldn't help but chuckle at her own predicament. Just as she was about to pull her hand away, a larger hand covered hers, pressing it gently against his cheek. He even rubbed his face against her palm a little.

The warmth and the softness of the gesture sent a cozy thrill straight to her heart, a ticklish sensation spreading through her.

"What are you doing? Time to

Lysander holding her hand

to stand tall and untouchable, would show such a playful side in front of

more. Why rush?" Lysander's voice, husky with sleep, filled the

Thalassa sounded puzzled.

get our

had even dreamt of missing

it? I hope the town hall isn't closed yet!" Thalassa quickly

on the bedside table, lighting up the screen. "It's

hadn't overslept. She threw the

"Ouch!" she exclaimed instinctively.

happened?" Lysander immediately sat up, his concern evident in

both red and