David reached out and pulled the closet door open. There was Ella.
She was curled up in the corner, her small frame tucked tight, long dark hair spilling over her shoulders. When the light hit her, she blinked up at him, eyes still cloudy with sleep and wide like a startled fawn.
Honestly, she looked kind of tragic, like some secret lover forced to hide because the real girlfriend was about to burst in.
David frowned. “Why are you hiding in the closet?”
Ella was still waking up, her mind foggy from sleep. Jessa’s angry voice outside had pulled her out of her dreams. She remembered falling asleep with her head on the desk, but now she was in his lounge, wrapped in his blanket. She couldn’t even figure out how she’d ended up there. When Jessa came storming through, ready to make a scene, Ella panicked and dove for the only hiding spot she could find.
She looked up at David. “Did Jessa leave?”
He just stared at her.
Ella gave him a small, crooked smile. “I saw Jessa was about to come in, so I hid here. Wasn’t that smart?”
She tried to stand, but her legs were pins and needles from crouching for so long. She wobbled and nearly fell, but David caught her arm, steadying her before she hit the floor.
She rubbed at her numb leg with a quiet, “Thanks.”
David watched her as she tucked her hair behind her ear, the gesture making her look even more delicate. His voice came out low. “If something like this happens again, you don’t have to hide unless I tell you to. Got it?”
Ella’s lashes trembled. Did he really think she wanted to hide? She was the wife here. Jessa was the one sneaking around.
She felt ridiculous for hiding in a closet, but she couldn’t help it. “I was scared Jessa might hit me.”
David let out a short laugh. “You really think you can’t take her?”
She frowned, confused. “Mr. Harmon, why did I wake up in your lounge?”
David’s face was unreadable. “You fell asleep at your desk. Then you woke up and wandered into my lounge, got into my bed like you owned the place. No shame at all.”
Ella’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t believe it. “Wait—so last night, did I sleep by myself, or… with you?”
She really had no memory of it. Her eyes were full of questions, like she was honestly clueless about what happened.
He could tell she didn’t remember crawling into his arms and holding onto him all night. So he decided to let it go, too. Just another weird accident.
A half-smirk tugged at David’s lips. “What, did you think I’d actually sleep with you? No. I took the sofa.”

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