Anna slowly sat up and looked around.
Tom was standing by the door, one arm resting casually across his chest as he watched her with a faint smile.
"Good morning," he greeted. "How was your sleep?"
Anna immediately straightened up and fixed her messy hair.
"Oh my…" she whispered to herself, eyes wide. "Was that a dream… or a wet dream?"
Tom raised a brow slightly.
"I bet it was," he said calmly.
Anna froze.
"What do you mean?" she asked, suspicious.
"Nothing," Tom replied casually, already turning away.
"Hey!" Anna quickly stood up and followed him. "Tell me!"
Tom paused at the doorway.
"You should take a shower first," he said over his shoulder. Then he glanced back at her. "After that, we'll have breakfast."
Anna tilted her head.
"Where are we going?"
The excitement in her voice made Tom glance at her again. Her eyes were wide, curious, almost sparkling.
"…Take a bath first," he said simply. "Then we'll plan."
