“Are you passing the night here?” I knew how it sounded asking him that question especially when it was the umpteenth time I was asking him that. I felt guilty asking him, it was as though I was chasing him out of my room. But that was not my intention, I wanted to go find out that person who was sending me messages.

“Are you chasing me out of your room?” He opened one eye, meeting my gaze.

“No, that is not it.” I sighed.

“Come let’s sleep. It’s late and ...