“Who is it? What a party pooper,” Darcy uttered while sprawling across the couch. Kaze was pushed out of his space. He nearly fell from the couch. However, he could not get angry at Darcy as the latter got comfortable. Kaze looked at her, reluctant to leave her. The mood was just right earlier, and it was easy to lose themselves in the moment. “I’ll check it out,” Kaze murmured, ready to see who was on the other side of the door. After much thought, Kaze doubted he would have visitors in the middle of the night. Dwight had his own key anyway. Barely anyone knew his address. It could be Buffy knocking on the door. Kaze’s eyes reflected annoyance as he was lost for words. Buffy could not leave him alone, always harassing him. Kaze could not make himself any clearer, but nothing could get through to her. Buffy was giving hell to both him and herself. “Are you inside, Kaze? Open up.” Unconcerned about being seen, Buffy shouted without a care. She brought along
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