Chapter 253: Slowly
Adam woke up slowly, blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains. Even half asleep, his hand instinctively patted the side of the bed, searching. What was a man supposed to do when he woke up hungry and craved an early morning snack—not the edible kind, but the warm, soft kind that curled into him like she belonged there? He looked for it, of course.
But the bed beside him was cold. Empty.
He opened one eye, frowning at the vacant space next to him, the sheets already cool to the touch. His early morning indulgence was missing. Why?
With a long stretch of his arms and a groan that came from somewhere deep in his chest, he debated whether he should go looking for her or simply wait for her to return—preferably with that smug little smile she always wore after sneaking out of bed without waking him.
That’s when he heard it.
A burst of laughter—light, unmistakable giggling—drifting in through the open door. He sighed, already dreading what it might mean. What was ’he’ doing here so early in the morning? And if ’he’ was here, then the chances of his Melon returning to the bed anytime soon were—exactly zero.
With a sour expression and a groan of defeat, Adam tossed aside the blanket and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He sat there for a moment, mentally preparing himself, then grabbed the nearest pair of pants and a shirt, tugged them on without much care, and padded barefoot toward the sound.
He stepped outside.
And froze.
There, in the middle of the room, stood two people—both completely white-faced. Not the pale, wide-eyed kind of white that came from fear or panic. No, this was... flour. A full coating of fine, powdery white, like a bag of flour had exploded somewhere nearby. Maybe even directly on them.
Adam stared. They stared back.