Chapter 0287


    “Hil” | say, beaming up at Daniel cheerfully. And then |ugh harder as he frowns down at me, because he doesn’t know just how


    much he looks like his dad right now.


    “Well,” he says, moving into the room when | step backwards to make space for him. “You’re...happier than | thought you''d be.”


    “| got over it,” | say with a happy sigh, moving over to my vanity to sit down as Daniel shuts the door behind him.


    “You did?” Daniel asks confused. “How — but he goes silent as he looks at the bed, seeing the nkets mussed on both sides,


    the indentations in both pillows. “Oh gross, Fay,” he groans, making meugh harder.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    “Seriously!?” Daniel says, gesturing towards the bed. “He came up through the wardrobe? He slept here?”


    “We were in a fight,” | say, giving a little shrug. “We...made up.”


    Daniel pretends to gag as he moves to lean against the wall, apparently having no desire to sit on the bed until the sheets are


    changed. | grin at Daniel in the mirror as he shakes his head at me. “Well, you’re wee,” he says, with a smug little shrug.


    “What?” | ask.


    “| went down and yelled at himst night,” Daniel replies, “after | left your room. He was all pissed off and determined to pull his


    lone wolf act, but | told him to talk to you. So, you’re wee.”


    I smile at him again, deeply this time, truly touched. “Thank you, Daniel. But...well, then this is your fault,” | say, nodding to the


    nkets. Daniel frowns at me and then, ncing at the bed again, he groans and tilts his head back as he realizes I’m right.


    “| told him to be nice to you,” Daniel mutters, looking down at the floor. “Not to...nevermind, Fay. We’re changing the subject!”


    And so we do. Daniel and | chat leisurely for a while, going about our normal morning routine, and I’m very pleased to see that


    things easily return to normal. I’m starting to feel lighter now — I’m back on good terms with Kent, I’ve had a goodugh with


    Daniel. It seems like the start of a very good day.


    Before long, a knockes at the door.


    “Clothes,” Daniel says, interrupting the story he was telling me and heading to the door to receive our morning delivery. When he


    comes back into the room, though, I’m surprised to see a breakfast tray in his hands with a little white note on top as well as a


    bag which, presumably, holds our clothing.


    “Oh,” | say, surprised. “What’s this?”


    Daniel doesn’t reply, simply ces the food on the desk and drops the bag to the floor, reaching for the note. He rips it open and


    quickly reads it aloud. “Breakfast in the room today — don’te down until noon. Please,” Daniel looks up at me in surprise.


    “Kent wrote please. What did you do to him?”


    “Do you really want to know?” | ask innocently but he pretends to gag again and turns over the note, looking at both sides for


    more.


    “Wish he wasn’t so cryptic,” Daniel murmurs, tossing the note back down on the tray and pressing down on the little French


    coffee press so that we can both have a cup.


    “It''s part of his charm,” | sigh, reaching out a hand for the cup of coffee that Daniel''s preparing for me.


    “If you two are going to be like this,”


    Daniel says, his voice way ag ei \ an ENS s “


    nespeatteet pover to me, “all


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    | burst intoughter as | take the cup


    from him. “That''s the second tim


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    shakiaytinyhead at him as | take my


    first delicious sip. “We''re not


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    But Daniel just raises his eyebrow at me. “Seriously, Fay?” he asks, his voice disbelieving.


    “What?” | say, lowering my coffee cup, not understanding. “Seriously, what?”


    Daniel''s face breaks into a big smile then.


    “You''d better tell me!” | shout,ughing now but also a little nervous. “What are you talking about!?”


    “Fay,” he says, crouching down


    before me so that we''re eye to eye,


    his own coffee up brtesa ont


    beswegmPisinans ‘Please, please


    hear me way | say this. | don’t know


    why on earth you haven''t figured it


    out yet, but Kent? He is obsessed


    with you.” Please read the original


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