The next day

Mireille woke up the next day and almost instantly, her heart skipped a beat reminding her of what had happened between she and Dante the previous night.

Slowly, Mireille pulled herself up and sat up on the bed before running her hands through her messy hair. She palmed her face for the next few seconds, wanting to just bury her face somewhere and not step out all day.

It was a Sunday and she kind of knew that Dante would be staying home all day on a Sunday. ...