Nuri’s POV
I heard Sibyl at the door, but when I entered the room, she hid herself in the quilt and pretended to be asleep.
I laughed. Who would sleep with their head under the covers?
I motioned Amy out of the room with my eyes, and then I stood by the bed and looked at Sibyl.
She seems to be competing with me for patience.
“How long are you going to hide under the covers?” I asked her.
She pulled the quilt tighter.
I was afraid she would faint from lack of air, so I reached under the covers and held her hand.
Her body trembled a little when I touched her.
“You're not so shy when you're drunk,” I said, laughing.
I have a picture of her drunk today. Her face was like a red apple, her eyes were wet and her body smelled of alcohol. She's really drunk. She hugged me tightly and said
