“You calling it a night already?” Drake asked as Samantha climbed into bed and turned her back to him. He was still seated, eyes scanning through a thick stack of files. He tried not to show it, but her silence threw him off. He was so used to her filling the room with her random stories and funny complaints that the sudden quiet felt... unnatural. These days, he actually found himself missing the noise he used to pretend to be annoyed by.
Samantha heard his voice but didn’t respond right away. Instead, she rolled over and stared at him—the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows across his face. There was something captivating about the way he looked in glasses, brows slightly furrowed, lips parted ever so slightly as he read. She caught herself smiling.
Drake didn’t look u
