Mechelle's POV
"Of course, I slept well, darling. You smell so good and fresh, much better than those old women's perfume," Karl said with a cheeky grin, looking at me. When he saw my face darken, his expression immediately changed to one of innocent pleading. "Darling, I really didn't climb into bed on purpose. I was worried you wouldn't sleep well alone, so I came to check on you, and then... and then..."
His face turned increasingly red, and he looked at me shyly.
"And then what?" I asked, trying to sound stern, though I was finding it hard to maintain my composure.
"Then you grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go. You said, 'Don't leave,'" Karl said seriously, making it hard for me not to believe him.
My face twitched slightly, and I quickly pushed him away. I slipped on my slippers and dashed into the bathroom, all while hearing his laughter behind me. Damn it! Tricked again! I cursed inwardly.
