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

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

heart racing with nervousness. She was unsure of how

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

long since their breakup, and she couldn't immediately adjust to Daniel's sudden closeness. She responded

said, reaching past her from behind

shyness washed over her. Her heart pounded, and

side to put

him made her feel breathless. She let out a quiet

he asked softly, "Do you

replied, sneaking a

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

late-night

lips together and remained

mac and