Chapter 38

• Since everyone else had called it a night, I figured I'd hang out with Mr. Clinton and make the most of our time together.
• I brought in two mugs of steaming hot milk tea, along with my usual snack, which I would probably be eating alone...
• I found him relaxing on the couch situated at the veranda, his head leaning against the headrest with his legs crossed. I stood a fair distance away, watching him in silence; his eyes were closed, and his lips were impeccably defined. He seemed to be enjoying the night breeze, which I found very chilling. I had a blanket cozily wrapped around me; my long baggy pants shielded my legs from the harsh cold.