Hope Williams watched as Waylon Lewis picked up her pillow and moved to the sofa, his silhouette looking rather forlorn.
Seeing him like that, she couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Their little scuffle had banished all her sleepiness.
When Waylon Lewis finished washing up and came out, he saw Hope Williams, still very awake, leaning on the bed. Her clear eyes were watching him, and Waylon raised an eyebrow intrigued.
Caught stealthily watching him, Hope Williams embarrassingly pulled up the blanket and immediately obediently lied down to sleep.
Like a child caught not napping during naptime, panicky and flustered.
A hint of amusement flashed through Waylon's eyes as he walked over and gently patted the blanket.
"Aren't you sleeping?"
"I am, I am," came a muffled response from beneath the blanket.
Waylon curled his lips into a smile. To prevent himself from getting riled up by her again, he returned to his own sofa and casually lay down.