The next morning, Adeline awoke from her sleep, her head pounding a bit. She sat up on the bed and rubbed her head with a deep groan.
"Caesar?" She looked around, but there was no sign of Caesar anywhere.
Looking down, she was in a pink pair of pajamas. He must have taken care of her.
Adeline couldn't remember how the previous night had been. Her head was throbbing, and she found herself hungry.
Settling her feet down on the floor, she brushed her teeth, took her bath, and slipped into casual wear afterward. She adjusted the large white hoodie that belonged to Caesar and picked up a brush to comb her hair.
While she did, she heard the handle turn, and the door was opened. Caesar, whom she'd been waiting for, walked in, hands shoved into the pocket of his black sweatpants. He was clad in a cream-colored long-sleeved turtleneck top that very well carved out his perfect physique.