The words slipped out of my mouth, and even I felt embarrassed.


    I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been too blunt, and I thought maybe Josh would feel awkward, too.


    But instead of pulling away, he just stood there for a moment, letting almost half a minute pass before he casually replied,


    “Oh.”


    Oh? That was it? He was so calm.


    I looked up at him. Slowly, he straightened himself and added, “You have bad eyesight. I told you where it was, but you still couldn’t find it. How would you find it without me getting closer to help?”


    It actually made sense, and I felt a bit foolish for overthinking it.


    Josh moved to the side and sat down, picking up his tablet to work on something. I couldn’t help but nce at him a couple of times, and then I took a sip of water, trying to refocus myself on the task at hand.


    The issues in the document Josh had gged were small-nothing major.


    He could’ve handled this himself, and if he wanted to confirm anything, a quick phone call would’ve sufficed. Waiting thiste to go over it felt a bit excessive.


    Could it be intentional?


    I stole another nce at him, but he was engrossed in his work, not sparing me a nce. Maybe I was just overreacting, being overly suspicious.


    Anyway, I fixed the issues and then looked at him, but when I turned my head, I froze. Josh was lying in the hotel chair, holding his tablet, fast asleep.


    I’d always thought he never got tired, but now it seemed I was wrong.


    He was human, after all-not a machine. How could he never be tired?


    Even gods in the shows I’d been watching took naps.


    I watched him quietly, noticing how his brows were rxed in sleep, his skin wasn’t pale but had a deep tan that made him look very manly.


    His nose was high and sharp. In the soft light above him, he looked almost as handsome as a lead actor in a drama, the kind that’s been photoshopped to perfection.


    I thought about how Myra had beenining about being tired, but Josh must have been even more exhausted. These past days working with him, though he sometimes had me running around doing things, he was also constantly on his feet, adjusting lights and climbing up and down.


    By the end of the day, he had to be more drained than anyone.


    He had just fallen asleep like that… he must have beenpletely wiped out.


    Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through, and the curtains fluttered, sending a chill down my spine.


    I nced at Josh, still in his short sleeves, and quietly stood up, walking over to grab a nket from the bed and gently cover


    him.


    hapter


    I wasn’t sure if my movement had disturbed him or if he was just naturally alert, but just as I draped the nket over him, his eyes snapped open, and his hand gripped mine.


    In that instant, it felt like my bones were being crushed.


    “Ow,” I gasped softly.


    Josh loosened his grip slightly but didn’t let go. He just stared at me, his gaze intense.


    Now, it was me who was close-close enough that he could probably see the shock in my eyes.


    And in such proximity, I saw the deep-set eyes of his, the way hisshes brushed the top of his cheek, the contrast of his dark irises against his tan skin…


    He didn’t say anything, but I felt my lips trembling, unsure how to speak. For some reason, no words came out. We just locked eyes, in silence…


    It wasn’t until my leg started aching from leaning too long, and I shuddered, almost falling over, that he reached out with his other hand to steady me.


    Now both my hands were caught in his. I snapped out of my trance and quickly tried to exin. “Um, I… I saw you were asleep, and I was just trying to cover you up so you wouldn’t catch a cold…”