God.
What just happened?
Did Sly sleep on the same bed with me?
I look down at the rumpled bed.
Of course, he did.
Not only that, but he was looking at my face when I woke up.
And not only that, but he had his arm circled my waist. It was as if he were protecting me from others.
I felt like squealing at the top of my lungs. My happiness right now knew no bonds at all. I felt like running around the place in happiness.
Does this mean that Sly doesn't hate me?
Are we now ok in good terms, or will he return to being the insufferable person he is?
I rose from the bed and walked toward the bathroom.
It's time to take a much-needed bath, Marli must hear about this.
I don't think I deserve to keep such happy news to myself. If I do so, it will be a crime to not only myself but the entire world.
