Julian’s POV
After our late-night ice cream raid, Samantha drifted off to sleep almost immediately. I watched her for a moment, marveling at how peacefully she slept, completely unbothered by the fact that we were just pretending to be a couple.
She snored softly, and while I should have found it irritating, I didn’t. There was something endearing about how comfortable she was, even in this fabricated situation.
Meanwhile, sleep continued to evade me. The sugar from the ice cream didn’t help, and lying in bed felt futile. I decided to take a walk—something I usually did at home when insomnia struck. It always helped me clear my head.
Carefully, I slipped out of bed, ensuring I didn’t wake her, and opened the door quietly. This time, I made sure to close it softly behind me. Instead of
