Morning Kiss

Lila lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The guest room was undeniably comfortable — plush pillows, a soft blanket, and just the right amount of warmth — but it felt… empty.

She turned onto her side, hugging the blanket to her chest. 

She had expected something different when she decided to stay the night. 

As Ethan's girlfriend, she figured she'd be sleeping in the same room as him, maybe even falling asleep in his arms like in those romance movies.

But instead, Ethan had casually shown her to the guest room, bid her goodnight, and left.

She huffed, puffing up her cheeks in frustration.

It wasn't that she was mad — Ethan had done nothing wrong. If anything, it was gentlemanly of him. But still… didn't he want to be close to her?

Lila kicked off the blanket and sat up, running her fingers through her chestnut-brown hair. She glanced at the door, biting her lip.

Maybe she was overthinking.

Maybe she was being silly.