Devan's house.
The air in the room began to heat up, which previously felt cold to the bone, turned warm. Maybe because the bedroom window was half-open so that the sun's rays were peeking in through the curtains.
Two people were still sleeping on the bed. They are Byanca and Devan.
Until a typical wake-up groan could be heard escaping from the man's lips, accompanied by hand movements. Slowly he opened his eyes when he felt something heavy pressing against his chest.
Looking down, Devan was instantly stunned on the spot when he found Byanca sleeping on his chest without wearing a single thread.
On reflex, Devan pushed Byanca away from him, then got up, but the sudden dizziness and lightheadedness in his head made him sway a little.
"Good morning, honey," Byanca's hoarse voice sounded, playing sweetly in Devan's ears.
Turning to the side with a look so cold, "How did you get here?"
