In the dimly lit room, the air was filled with palpable tension as I called Sam to my side, seeking answers about Arthur. Sam, usually so open and forthcoming, appeared hesitant, his eyes betraying a mixture of emotions as he reluctantly replied that he didn't have the information I sought. His reluctance was evident, a whisper of a secret he seemed reluctant to unveil.
I sat on the edge of my bed, the sheets crumpled beneath me, and gestured for Sam to join me. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast an intimate, warm ambiance upon us. As he approached, there was a hint of unease in his every step, and his usually confident demeanour wavered. He gently pushed me further onto the bed, and for a moment, I was unsure of what he intended.
The tension between us was thick, an unspoken energy
