Timothy York said, "Okay," but in truth, he didn't fall back asleep at all, not even as the sky slowly began to brighten.
Still, it was the best sleep he'd had in months.
After half a year, to finally enter this room again, to lie on this bed, felt like a lifetime had passed.
'Although this room was no longer the same as it once was—'
'She had moved the bed, added a dresser at its foot, and the sound system he had once set up with his own hands was nowhere to be found…'
'But in the end, it was her room, a room filled with her scent.'
'It was enough to put one's heart at ease, to bring a sense of contentment.'
After an unknown amount of time, the person in his arms suddenly asked, "Are you asleep?"
After a moment of silence, Timothy York reached out and stroked the back of her head, a silent answer.
Summer Thorne didn't ask anything else.
After being startled awake, she hadn't fallen back asleep either.
