Viya's POV
Maybe it was because that kind of activity drained so much energy, but I barely settled into bed before my breathing evened out and sleep pulled me under.
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, the bed beside me was already empty.
I heard the rustle of movement as I got up, followed by something clattering to the floor in the bathroom.
Walking over, I found Caesar casually placing his toothbrush back in its holder—right next to a cherry-pink one that definitely hadn't been there before.
He cleared his throat, his expression remarkably composed. "Your birthday gift. It's on the coffee table."
"Okay."
Last night, I'd vaguely noticed a rectangular box sitting there.
I walked out to the living room and opened it. The moment I saw the exquisitely crafted h
