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.

placed everything on the countertop and began looking

Daniel's broad chest against her back as he moved close to

slightly, her body tensing and her heart racing with

you hungry?" Daniel whispered in her ear. His voice sounded deep

gesture. It had been too long since their breakup,

past her from behind to take the celery

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

moving to the side

feel breathless. She let out a quiet

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

sneaking a glance at

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

don't eat late-night

lips together

lit the stove to cook the mac and cheese