As Nolan returned to the inn through his room window, he walked slowly to his bed, glanced at Celia and Linda, then carefully climbed in, settling in the middle, and closed his eyes.
A few moments later, Celia and Linda woke up. It was already morning. They looked at Nolan and noticed his eyes were still open—he hadn't slept. Dark circles framed his eyes.
"Did you have a good sleep last night?" Celia asked.
"Yes, I did," Nolan replied.
"I did too," Linda said.
They got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning, Mira," Nolan said with a smile.
"Good morning," she replied.
Celia and Linda greeted her as well. Mira moved closer to Nolan and asked softly, "Did you have fun last night?"
"So that was a plan all along. Well, didn't work," Nolan said.
Mira frowned. "That just means you're not man enough. A real man wouldn't be able to resist these two beautiful ladies," she said.
Celia and Linda exchanged confused glances, not understanding what she meant.
