59 Harrison's Confession

Kayla’s POV

When I opened my eyes again, the room plunged into darkness.

The only source of light came from the white snow outside, casting a faint glow through the colored glass into the black room.

"What time is it?" I asked, dazed, as I sat up on the bed, searching for my phone.

"Here it is." Harrison unlocked my phone, glanced at the screen, and handed it to me.

"It's already 3:22."

"So late," I rubbed my temples, still not fully recovered from exhaustion.

"Go back to sleep. I'll wake you up tomorrow." Harrison's voice sounded gentle and warm.

I turned to look at him. Sleep had shut down my brain for a few seconds, and then I remembered what had happened between Harrison and me last night.

I instinctively pulled the blanket up to cover myself.

"I don't want to see you suffocating under the blanket," a large hand pulled the blanket under my neck. "It's not our first time. There's nothing to be shy about."

At that moment, Harrison wasn't lying in bed. He was sitting on it, leaning a