"I'm alone again, Grandma. What should I do now? I have no friends… no family… no one…" Serena's whispered as she felt the weight of the past pressing on her..
Before she could say another word, a voice from beside the bed interrupted, "What am I then? A potato?"
Serena jolted, whipping her head around. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes locked onto the person there.
Instinctively, she reached to pull the blanket up, trying to cover herself, but his amused smirk stopped her. "You're already fully covered, honey," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Serena glanced down, realizing she was indeed modestly wrapped in the blanket, her cheeks heating with embarrassment. She almost fell back when he suddenly moved closer, his face mere inches from hers. His voice dropped lower, more intimate. "Though… I've already seen everything, you know."
