Chapter Two Hundred One

Blaze took a deep breath. He had been staring at the ceiling for nearly twenty minutes since he had woken up to find that he was alone in bed. Plain without clothes and only wrapped in a thick blanket.

He pulled the blanket up to cover part of his face and glanced at the large window. The sun is high. Although the sky still looks gray, it looks like today will be bright like yesterday.

He sighed again and grabbed another pillow and hugged it tightly. He buried his face in the pillow and realized that it was the pillow used by Siegfried. The man's scent lingered.

He exhaled.

"Are you awake?"

Blaze suddenly turned around and found Siegfried opening the bedroom door with a white mug filled with warm tea. The man was well-dressed. The man wears a white shirt with a gray outer sweater and pairs it with jeans. All the clothes look good on his body.

Oh, God!