Half an hour has passed since Mr. K woke up. Finally, Clara stretched her body slowly and woke up from her sleep.
Her neck looked a little stiff, and her waist ached a little.
"Are you up dear?" said Mr. K when he found his lover who had now opened her perfect eyes while sitting herself down.
Clara just nodded her head slightly and looked around her.
'Ugh, like before I fell asleep here, because I was cool looking at Kev's face—'
Instantly Clara's face turned red.
Without realizing it, she confessed to herself that she had previously been content to stare at the face of her handsome lover.
"Hey ... what's wrong? Why did your face suddenly turn red? Are you sick from sleeping on this sofa? Did you catch a cold?" asked Mr. K with his insistent question full of worries.
Clara fell silent.
There was no way she could tell the truth to Mr. K, right?
