It was a long night.
Faye Vaughn's legs were sore from the exertion.
She didn't even remember how she'd fallen asleep.
It seemed Wyatt Hawthorne had worked her until she passed out.
'What a beast...'
When Faye Vaughn woke up, her throat was dry, and she muttered the curse under her breath.
Outside the room, the night was still dark; dawn had not yet broken.
Wyatt Hawthorne was gone.
Faye Vaughn drank some water, took a shower, and after washing up, her stomach was growling with hunger.
She wrapped herself in a robe, flopped onto the bed, and sent Wyatt Hawthorne a message: [Mr. Hawthorne, do I deserve a late-night snack?]
It was a meme she'd seen online.
Wyatt Hawthorne probably wouldn't get it.
He replied: [I'll have someone send it to your room.]
Faye Vaughn's lips curved into a smile as she boldly asked: [Where are you now? It's all my fault I couldn't drain you dry.]
Wyatt Hawthorne replied with a single question mark: [?]
Faye Vaughn didn't say anything more.
