Oops! I Slept in the Wrong Bed
He muttered softly as memories from the previous night slowly returned—the bowl of Ginataang Pakbet, their long conversation, his refrigerator filled with nothing but bottled water, and the two cans of beer they had shared.
He let out a quiet sigh.
"You're really terrible at drinking Keiv..." he laughed at himself.
He was about to get up when he felt an unfamiliar weight beside him on the bed. He turned his head and froze.
Maeve was fast asleep.
She was lying on her side, hugging a small throw pillow. A few loose strands of hair covered her forehead. One of her hands dangled over the edge of the bed, and the only sound filling the room was her soft, steady breathing.