Yulia smiled at Lance as he left the table, even as worry for him coalesced in her gut. She couldn’t help but feel like he may not come back if he went to the enclave again. For all that he assured them that he was just going for a few hours, she could see that he was a little nervous too, which didn’t help.
She wondered if he was fed up of sleeping on the sofa, and that was why the pull of his own apartment was getting stronger. She had almost invited him to her room again last night, but she had hesitated because she wasn’t sure what he would expect of her. She had enjoyed their activities the night before, god, how she had enjoyed them! But she had been tired and not in the mood for anything other than sleep, and didn’t quite know if he would be ok with that.
