One. Two. Three. Four. Four gulps. Maxen listened as Olivia drank a glass of water, eagerly anticipating her reply to his invitation. He was steps away from his bedroom door, ready to wake up his entourage of servants to prepare for his special guest when he heard Olivia heave a sleepy sigh. Left with no choice, he dragged his feet back and unceremoniously slumped on his king-sized bed.
Inside Olivia's room, she buried herself under the duvet after blasting the air conditioner, dropping the temperature of her room a few degrees colder. She closed her eyes for a second and felt the bed pull her body, cocooning her to its soft, fluffy and warm embrace. With her phone sandwiched between her pillow and her ear, she slurred a reply to Maxen, "But it's only two in the morning, Max. That's far from sun up." She covered her mouth with the back of her hand to suppress the yawn that threatened to escape her mouth but failed anyway.
