When Mika finally pulled the body pillow out, he froze.
For a moment, he just stared at it, his brain struggling to process what he was seeing.
Then, slowly, a smile began to spread across his face—wider and wider, until it became a full-blown, mischievous grin.
Because this time, the body pillow didn't have his face on it.
It had Charlotte's.
There she was, smiling warmly, looking friendly and approachable—the perfect image of a loving little sister.
Mika slowly turned his head toward Astrid.
She was still covering her face, her cheeks burning crimson, looking away as if she could somehow escape this moment entirely.
Her biggest secret had just been exposed.
And Mika was going to enjoy every second of this.
"What's this, Astrid?"
He leaned closer, his voice dripping with playful mockery.
"What's going on here?"
She didn't respond.
He held the pillow up, examining it.
