I woke up at midnight – not really. It's actually 4am now. I look to my side. Tristan was still fast asleep. He is often sometimes a sleepyhead.

I carefully took his arm – which was around my shoulders, and kept it softly on the sheets. I got out of bed like a thief in the night.

I pick my nightdress which was lying on the floor and wore it with nothing underneath. I fit into my slippers and grab my phone from the ground where I carelessly threw it last night.

Then, I headed for the door.

I fixed my robe and hair properly when I got to the described door – on a different floor. Before I place my fist for a knock, it opened and a man with just white towel around his waist leaned on the door.

I look sideways first before following his gesture.

I held onto my robe like the weather was cold as I stood almost at the middle of the room. It was a presidential suite just like the one Tristan and I lounge in. But they were just different floors.