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“What are you doing in here?” Grace asked, a little bit startled. No, actually she was a lot startled. She had for a moment thought that someone was in her room because the voice had come when she wasn't paying attention. All he had to do was do it in the middle of the night, and she might have passed out, or on, who knows.

When she turned to face him after freezing for like a full minute, she had found him on the couch that was in her room with a blanket draped over his body, wrapped around him, mostly, and she could tell that he had spent the night there on the couch.

Grace forget about the discomfort look on his face of someone who had suffered through the night because of how short the couch was and how tall he was, and she focused on the weird part. Why the hell was he in here when he should have been in his room sleeping?

Had he been watching her sleep all night long, being a creep? Was this just a one-night thing or he had been doing it for such a long time? If yes, then sin