The Mafia king’s Favourite sin
I had the best sleep that I’ve ever had in a really long time. All through lectures that day, I was all smiley and bubbly, like a completely different person. We had just concluded our lectures for the day, and I was getting ready to leave when Jamie approached me, grinning mischievously. “You seem different. I can smell it,” he said in a teasing tone.
I chuckled, ignoring him as I flung my bag over my shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jamie. I just slept really well, that’s all. A good night sleep does make a difference, you know.”