The room looked unfairly pretty.
Everything looked so… warm. The kind of cozy that made you feel sleepy.
The bedsheets were fresh…soft white, tucked neatly.
And right there, on the bed… two paper bags.
I blinked. "You did all this?"
Ian leaned against the doorframe. "Changed the sheets for you when you were outside earlier with Ren."
The way he said Ren made my stomach twist.
I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile. "You didn't have to."
"Didn't have to," he said, walking closer until he was standing right in front of me, "but I wanted to."
I sat down on the bed before I forgot how to breathe. "Thanks," I murmured, tracing the fabric beneath my fingers. "They're really soft."
"Yeah," he said quietly, staring at me. "Figured you deserved something soft tonight."
I chuckled, biting my lower lip.
"I'm soft too, incase you change your mind. I can also be hard." He smirked, scratching the back of his head.
My heartbeat did that stupid fluttery thing again.
