"DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT"

I was awakened that night by the delightful aroma of the food Marius was cooking in the kitchen. A smile formed on my face as I realized the real pillow cradling my head. My sleep was truly blissful. I got up and glanced at my wristwatch. It was past six in the evening.

I was taken aback at first. Four hours of sleep?

I got up and headed towards the kitchen where the handsome man was busy preparing our meal. I noticed that Marius had already taken a shower. He was now wearing a simple white shirt that clung slightly to his well-built physique. For the bottom, he had on sweatpants.

"Oh, you're already awake," he said, probably sensing my presence. He placed two plates on the table and then pulled out a chair, signaling me to sit.

"Before I take you home, I want you to eat first. Okay?" he said, not wasting any time.

Marius promptly attended to me, starting by putting rice on my plate. As I observed him, I remained silent and watched him work.

"I reheated the remaining Chicken Tino