"I never craved attention until I tasted yours"!I stretched lazily, the ache from last night's exhaustion still lingering in my muscles. The bed felt empty, devoid of the warmth that had wrapped me in comfort. A pang of loneliness settled in as I ran my hand across the sheets, seeking any sign of his presence, but the room was quiet. Kannan was already gone, most likely off to work again.I sighed, missing the way his warmth would melt into me, the feeling of safety in his arms. The space beside me felt so cold, and for a brief moment, I wished he hadn't left so early. His absence made the room feel larger, emptier, and I couldn't help but wonder where he was and what he was thinking. Did last night mean anything to him, or was it just another fleeting moment in his chaotic life?I stared up at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling, the calmness I had found in his embrace now slipping away. It was just me, the silent room, and the weight of a new day.My mind flashed with memories from last night, and I cringed so hard I practically folded into myself. Oh my god. Oh no. What did I do?! I felt like I'd been possessed by some fever-induced, Virgin spirit. Who even was that person last night? It couldn't have been me. Nope. I was officially blaming the fever—and maybe the fact that Kannan looks like he was sculpted by the gods themselves.I groaned, grabbing a pillow and smashing it over my face. Maybe if I just stay under here forever, I won't have to face him. Right? Right. My mind replayed every embarrassing second, from the way I practically threw myself at him to the shameless snuggling afterward. Seriously, who needs dignity when you can have a one-way ticket to mortification? I'm sure I blurted something like, "Burn me, Kannan," like I was auditioning for some dramatic romance novel.Ugh, kill me now.I peeked out from under the pillow, my heart sinking as I remembered he had probably already seen me in all my feverish desperation. There was no escaping this. How was I supposed to act normal after that? Just pretend it didn't happen? Walk in with a casual "Hey, last night? Fever. Let's pretend it didn't happen"?No. I'm sure he'd smirk at me with that stupidly sexy face, and I'd combust on the spot.I sighed deeply, thinking, Maybe if I just sleep for the next fifty years, I'll wake up when the awkwardness has passed. But knowing my luck, I'll probably just run into him later, looking like a drowned rat from all the stress sweat.Sara, get a grip, I told myself, rolling my eyes at my own melodrama. You're not some lovesick teenager. Just because the bed was empty didn't mean the world was ending. So what if he's gone? It's not like his abs are magical heating pads or anything. Who needs warmth when you've got sarcasm to keep you cozy?Come on, Sara, I thought with a smirk. You've survived worse things than a missing man and an empty bed. Remember that time you burned dessert and almost set the kitchen on fire? This is nothing. I refused to let him ruin my day just because he wasn't here.I mean, sure, he's off being all broody and mysterious and probably saving the world—or whatever it is he does—but you? You've got a day to slay, I told myself, dramatically flipping the covers off. Infatuation? Ha! More like a temporary lapse in sanity.I dragged myself out of bed, determined. No man was going to turn me into a mopey, swooning mess. I'll just conquer the day without you, Kannan. Watch meI caught sight of a tray on the table, and my mood lifted instantly. The delicious aroma wafting from it practically dragged me over by the nose. Ahh, finally, I thought, a meal that could save my day. As I approached, I noticed a small note tucked under the edge of the plate.Intrigued, I picked it up and read:"Princess, since you burned the last one, I thought I'd leave something edible for you. Try not to set the mansion on fire while I'm gone. – K"I snorted, half-offended, half-amused. Oh, so Mr. Brooding-and-Bare-Chested has jokes now, does he? I thought. But I couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips. His sarcasm was almost as delicious as the food.Well played, Kannan. Well played.With one hand holding a sandwich and the other casually rifling through the closet, I muttered to myself, "Screw the shower, who has time for that?" After all, priorities—right? My mission was clear: find an outfit that would slay his heart without even trying too hard.After some rummaging, I landed on the perfect one. "Done and dusted," I declared to the empty room, admiring my choice.As I slid into the outfit, I couldn't help but think, "Whoever said true beauty comes with a price was onto something." Today, that price was skipping the shower and probably the rest of my dignity.But hey, at least I'll look good while losing it.Of course, it's a bit overdress and the fabric's thinner than my patience on a bad day, but who cares? I'm rocking it, even if I'm suffering with this mild fever. After all, my life motto stands: "Even if you die, die prettily."Sure, common sense says I should be bundled in blankets right now, but where's the fun in that? "If I'm going down, I'm going down in style," I muttered, striking a pose in front of the mirror like I wasn't sweating buckets.Fashion over function—it's practically a lifestyle at this point.Ah yes, the ultimate paradox: vacation dreams vs. real vacation reality. I used to fantasize about eating, sleeping, looking gorgeous, and having a hot guy around—sounds perfect, right? Now, here I am, living the dream, but suddenly... I kinda miss my old life. The chaos, the busy schedule, the hustle—who knew I'd actually miss dying for a vacation?It's like I've stumbled into some kind of time-travel situation, dropped into a world where nothing feels familiar. My friends, my parents, the life I used to know—it all seems so far away. Funny how you spend years dreaming about a break, and when you finally get it, you start missing the things you ran from. Life's ironic like that.