In Room 3303 at the Bach Hotel, Julian gently laid Rosa down on the bed. He gently stroked her hair. "Sweet dreams, Rosa," he whispered.
After saying this, Julian lingered for a moment, reluctant to leave Rosa.
He finally decided to straighten up, but just as he was about to do so, an arm reached out from under him. Julian's body instinctively tensed, ready to react, but he consciously suppressed the impulse, relaxing instead.
The arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, while a leg entwined itself around his, holding him tightly.
It was as if a little girl was hugging her oversized stuffed animal.
Julian chose not to comment on Rosa's sleeping posture or habits. Instead, he gently tried to pry her arm off.
"Don't leave me," Rosa murmured beside him.
With a mix of resignation
