Olivia gestured awkwardly to Devon, indicating that she hadn't left—that she had slept in his room.
"You slept here? Why would you sleep here?" Devon asked, genuinely perplexed.
"The door was… locked," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't want to disturb you after you fell asleep." She gestured again.
Devon chuckled at her response. "This is amusing," he muttered, shaking his head. "If you truly wanted to leave, you would have knocked and informed me. What if something had happened to you while you were out here?"
She looked down, her gaze dropping to the floor in embarrassment. He noticed that she did this often—not just when she was nervous, but also when she was sad or humiliated. It was becoming easier to read her.
"Look up, Olivia," he urged. When she finally raised her head, he added, "And next time, don't do it so slowly, as if you're trying to seduce me."