Chapter 36 Is It Possible She Misremembered?

Stephen leaped up and turned his head instantly. Someone's head was protruding from his quilt, and the dark locks looked like a mess.

"Who is it?" he demanded.

"Where's my doll?" Yvonne murmured, fondling the bed.

"Why are you in my room?" Stephen frowned. This woman had only been drawing a line between them minutes ago, yet here she was. On his bed! Gosh! What was up with her?

However, it didn't seem like Yvonne had heard him. She continued to search for her doll, sounding desperate enough to cry. "My doll… My dolll…"

Stephen finally realized that she was dreaming. He frowned in disgust at seeing a grown woman searching for a doll in her sleep. Hold on. Yvonne hadn't mistaken him for her doll, had she? To test his assumption, he sat back down on the bed. Sure enough, Yvonne snuggled up to him again.

This time, to make sure her "doll" didn't disappear, Yvonne wrapped her whole body around him. Stephen's back stiffened. In the quiet room, his sense of touch had become extraordinarily a