Beatrice slowly opened her eyes. She wriggled slowly, feeling restricted in her movements. Her fingertips touched a surface of skin that she recognized all too well. The man beside her still slept soundly, making her hesitant to move too much around. She was afraid of disturbing his sleep.
Instead, she drew closer to him, wanting their bodies to be even closer. Gazing at Sam's face from such a close distance made Beatrice feel fortunate. She couldn't explain why her feelings changed so quickly, nor could she fathom the depth of his emotions. It was too scary for her to ask. The current situation was enough for her.
"Are you awake?" Sam asked, squinting slightly. "What time is it?"
"I don't know. I haven't had a chance to look at the time," Beatrice replied.
Sam smiled faintly, pulling
