Hearing his laughter, I couldn’t help but smile. He looked even more handsome when he laughed, and his voice was like a lullaby pulling me to sleep. But suddenly, I snapped back to reality—this was my room! What the hell was he doing here!?
"Why are you here?" I asked, curiosity filling me.
"I got lost," he shrugged, looking around my room.
"What are you doing?" I questioned as he stopped right at the spot where I had hidden my CCTV camera. He reached for my favorite book—the exact place where I had concealed it.
"So, this is the reason I was blackmailed," he muttered to himself, nodding as if everything made sense now.
"Tch. It’s already late, Vincent. Go back to your room," I ordered, snatching the book from his hands.
"Exactly. It’s already nighttime. And where the hell did you just come from?" His voice suddenly turned demanding.
"Somewhere. Wait—why do you care?" I asked, confused by his sudden concern.
"I'm a student leader, Kelly. It’s my responsibility to ensure the safety of all students," he defended.
"Oh yeah… student leader. So, does that include sneaking into my room without permission?" I challenged, raising a brow.
"That's… as I said, I got lost," he repeated with a shrug before continuing to wander around my room.
"Do you want me to show you the way out?" I asked, pointing at the door.
"I thought that was the way out?" He smirked, pointing at my open window instead.
I see… so that’s why I didn’t have a vision of him being in my room when I opened the door—because he climbed in through the window.
"Well then, my window is open, just waiting for you to leave," I said, crossing my arms.
He didn't respond. Instead, he made himself more comfortable, casually inspecting my things.
I'll be honest, my heart was pounding like crazy. Dressed in jeans and a black shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders, he looked incredibly attractive. My hormones were practically screaming at me to throw myself at him right here, right now. Aish! I needed to get him out of here—fast!
He suddenly turned to me. Omo! So handsome! Huhu. "I thought you wanted to see me?"
"Who told you that? Aish. Get out of my room right now, or I'll yell for help," I threatened.
"Go ahead. And what exactly will you tell them?" He challenged, making me pause.
Damn it, he was right. If I told anyone Vincent Herraño had sneaked into my room, no one would believe me. And if someone actually saw him here, it would only spark unnecessary rumors. This was a building full of geniuses—people here thought too much.
Sensing his victory, he smirked and turned his attention to my things. "What do you do for fun?" he asked, opening my cabinet. The moment he saw the stacks of novels inside, I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. I didn't even know what to say!
"Oh, I see," he murmured, smirking.
Stay calm, I told myself. I took a deep breath and—
"Vincent!" I pulled at my hair in frustration when I saw him sprawled on my bed, flipping through one of my favorite books, Heiress of Dark World.
"What?" he asked innocently, lying on my bed like he owned the place.
Oh my ghash. The way he was positioned—his relaxed posture, the way his fingers traced the pages—why was this making my heart race? I quickly turned away and walked to my closet, grabbing my sleepwear.
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"When I come out of the bathroom, I expect you to be gone," I stated firmly, avoiding his gaze. If I looked at him any longer, I might just lose my mind.
Silence. No response from him.
Good. Without another word, I headed straight to the bathroom, my face burning.
Under the warm shower, I let out a deep sigh. Why did Vincent suddenly show up? I thought he wanted me out of his life. I thought… he didn’t want to see me again. But here he was, in my room, at night, with no sign of leaving.
Wasn’t he afraid of what I could do?
I sighed. I wanted to be with him, I really did—but in public! Not in private! This was different. The feelings were different. I wanted him… but why? Was it because I knew we were soulmates? Was that why the bond between us felt so intense?
Shit. This was bad.
After a quick shower, I changed into my sleeping clothes and stepped out. The moment I looked at my bed, I froze.
"Cute." I smiled softly.
There he was, fast asleep, lying on his side, hugging my book like it was the most precious thing in the world.
I sat beside him, taking in his peaceful expression. He looked exhausted—he must have been working hard these past few days. And yet, even in his sleep, he looked like an angel. His clean-cut features, thick lashes, perfectly sculpted jawline, and those lips—omo! A Greek god was sleeping in my room!
I bit my lower lip, but before I lost myself in my thoughts, I shook my head, clearing away the ridiculous ideas forming in my mind.
I should wake him up and send him back to his own room. But looking at him sleeping so soundly, I felt guilty. He seemed so comfortable.
Sighing, I carefully pulled my book from his grasp, making sure not to wake him. He didn’t even stir.
Turning toward the door, I noticed a tray of food placed outside. The delivery guy must have left it when he saw no one was inside. He always did that.
Bringing the tray in, I sat at my desk, eating quietly while reading my book. Even though I’d read it countless times, I never got tired of it. But every now and then, my eyes flickered toward Vincent.
I couldn't help it.
My soulmate was in my room… with me.
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Oh, shit! My phone rang loudly, and I scrambled to answer it before it woke Vincent.
"Hello?"
"HELLO!? I’ve been waiting for your call, and all you say is ‘hello’!?"
I quickly pulled the phone away from my ear. Damn, I forgot to tell Stella I got back safely.
"I'm sorry, I forgot. Something came up. But I'm fine, I made it back safely," I said softly, keeping my voice low.
"Good. Why are you whispering? Is everything okay?" she asked, concerned.
"Yup," I said, changing the subject. "How about you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, thanks to you." I could hear her smiling. "But… be honest. Why are you whispering?"
I sighed. "Okay, fine. Don’t freak out, okay?" I whispered.
"Okay," she agreed.
"Someone's sleeping in my room," I admitted.
"What?! Are you okay? Don’t move! Stay where you are! Take a deep breath! I’m com—"
"It’s Vincent," I cut her off before she rushed over in panic.
"WHAT!?!? You mean Vincent Herraño!?"
Again, I had to move my phone away from my ear.
"Yes, and please stop yelling!" I whisper-yelled.
There was a long pause. Then, I heard her giggling.
"Ohhh, take your time. And don’t wait for me—I won’t come. By the way, you can move freely… he’s yours," she teased.
"Aish, stop that, Stella. I’m already struggling to control myself, so enough!" I scolded.
"Fine, fine. Anyway, I won’t keep you. Enjoy!" She laughed before hanging up.
"Tch," I sighed.
I glanced at Vincent, then at my extra bedsheet and pillow. Even though I loved this guy, I would never take advantage of him. I had my dignity.
I set up my sleeping spot on the floor beside the bed, laid down, and yawned. I didn't even realize when I drifted off to sleep.
