Lies

_MICINI’S POV_

Slowly, I opened my eyes, the sun rays coming in from the window lighting the room up.

White walls stare back at me and I blink in confusion, trying to remember where I was.

Memories from last night floods my head in waves making me smile foolishly.

I slept in Saint's room last room, he didn't want me to leave and I didn't have any complaints.

Speaking of Saint, where is he?

I turn to the other side of the bed to find it empty.

He left already?

The bathroom door opens and Saint walks out with his hair wet and a towel tied around his waist.

“Good morning." I greet with a light smile and he grunts in response, reaching for the hair dryer.

“Let me dry your hair.” I suggest, pulling myself up from his bed, his eyes goes to my thigh and I blush, remembering I was just wearing his shirt that stopped mid thigh.

I expect him to refuse or ignore me but he doesn't, instead he plugs in the dryer and sits in front of me, handing it to me.

Slowly I reach for his hair, running my han