Wrapped in a large towel, she walked out of the bathroom, lying directly on the bed, feeling drowsy. But she was promptly pulled up by him.

"Dry your hair before sleeping. Be careful not to catch a cold," he said while picking up the hairdryer.

She half-lay on the edge of the bed, squinting like a lazy cat. She allowed the hairdryer to hum beside her ear, lost in thought.

Her gaze fell on a partially open drawer, where a box of unpackaged condoms lay inside.

Isabella vaguely remembered when ...