Chapter 23

After what felt like an eternity, Clover woke up to the incessant buzz of insects in the air. With a groan, she sat up, her eyes struggling to open. She cast a wary glance around.

Brandon and Danise reclined on the opposite couch, soundly asleep with their legs intertwined. Fan cards littered the floor, one caught between Kyle's fingers.

Clover gazed out of the casement as the soft, early light enveloped the tranquil street in its gentle embrace.

She heaved a bitter sigh. As much as how she slow she wanted it to be, tomorrow had officially arrived.

She knew now was the best time for her to leave— when no one else was awake, when Kyle was still asleep.

However, the moment she stood up, something pulled her back onto the couch once again.

Upon turning around, what came into her view stunned her on the spot.

Her hand. His hand.

She gasped, almost forgetting about the game yesterday.

The colorful paper chain binding their wrists surprisingly remained intact after a night. She looked