257 Lost...?

Avelina's face furiously heated up in embarrassment, and she watched Draven sit up on the bed, wishing the ground could open up and swallow her.

How would she have known he was awake? I mean, he sounded like he was asleep. Come to think of it, he has never slept at night before. Why the heck did she even assume that he was asleep? No, why did she even touch him like that?

The urge to burst into tears overwhelmed her, leaving her unable to deal with the level of embarrassment she was feeling.

"Why did you stop?" Draven ran his fingers through his hair, wrapping it up into a pleasantly messy man bun.

Avelina squinted her lashes.

"W-what?"