Don stepped out of Samantha's room, the door clicking softly behind him as he made his way to his own room. As soon as he reached his bed, he let out a long sigh, his shoulders relaxing for just a moment.
But before he could fully unwind, he felt the soft touch of two hands wrapping around his neck from behind. His body tensed, his instincts flaring up, but as he turned his head slightly, he saw a familiar face—the mischievous grin of Trixie.
"Good morning," she purred, her voice smooth and playful.
Don shot her an unamused look, "You really need to stop sneaking up on people like that."
Trixie's figure suddenly vanished and reappeared on his lap, her arms now draped around his shoulders as she gazed up at him with feigned sadness. "Does that mean you didn't miss me? I came all this way just for you," she pouted, though the glint in her eyes gave away her true intentions.
Don wasn't fooled.
