Awake to Deception
His hand brushed against me, but I gently moved it away.
"You're tired. Just sleep," I muttered.
...
I woke up early the next morning, picking out a casual T-shirt, a denim skirt, and white sneakers. I tied my hair into a bun and did my makeup.
In the mirror, I looked like an energetic young girl with fair skin, a slender figure, and bright eyes.
Derrick, on the other hand, was still recovering from a hangover. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath.
Luckily, his features were decent, and he wasn't that old. Once he put on the white T-shirt, knee-length denim shorts, and white sneakers I'd prepared for him, he looked livelier.
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