"Are you waiting for me?" Aiden asked while looking at Anya gently.
"No, I'm sleepy. Go to sleep!" Anya pulled the blanket over her face that was flushed with shame.
Aiden laughed seeing her. He stretched out his hand and stroked Anya's head. "I will be right back."
Anya didn't dare to move. She curled up inside the blanket and didn't dare make a sound.
Only after Aiden's voice was no longer heard did her head poke out of the blanket to peek.
Aiden went into the bathroom. He showered quickly and changed into casual home clothes.
When the man came out of the bathroom, he saw Anya's face lit up by the light. Her face looked white and tiny, as if it could break if someone touched it.
Anya closed her eyes, looking like she was sleeping. But Aiden could feel her panic.
His hand moved on its own, gently holding Anya's chin. When she felt Aiden's touch, Anya immediately turned her head shyly.
