The next morning, as expected, Sophia woke up in Lucas' arms.
"Aren't you supposed to be on a 9 AM flight?"
She kept her eyes closed, no longer surprised by her sleepwalking behavior.
Lucas raised an eyebrow. "I'm leaving. Shouldn't you be flattering me one last time?"
"Flattering you? How?"
"Well… maybe… tie my tie for me, or button my shirt?"
Sophia rolled over, covering her head with the blanket. "If you're leaving, then leave already. Stop dragging it out, you sound like an old lady."
Lucas shot a glance at her and calmly said, "I'm not leaving."
In an instant, Sophia sat up straight, "Where's your clothes?!"
She hurriedly grabbed his clothes, putting them next to him. "Hurry, hurry, get dressed or you'll miss the flight!"
"You want me to leave so quickly?"
