During breakfast, Bonniesat at the table with dark circles under her eyes, barely able to keep them open.
Derek glanced at her, his handsome brows lightly furrowed. "Didn't sleep well last night?"
"No," Bonnie muttered, giving up on breakfast entirely. She laid her head on the table, cheeks slightly puffed. "I played games with Clay Porter all night. That game was way too fun. I couldn't help it. I pulled an all-nighter."
Derek's hand, holding a knife and fork, suddenly paused. He slowly lifted his gaze, eyes narrowing coolly. "You're saying… you spent the entire night playing games with Clay Porter?"
Bonnie, too sleepy to care, gave a faint "mm."
"..."
After a moment of silence, Derek set down his utensils, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, and let out a quiet, almost amused laugh.
Bonnie, oblivious, was already on the verge of falling asleep.
