OCEANS.
It was already past five in the evening and it felt like I'd had one of the longest afternoons of my life.
I stepped out of bed carefully, moving slowly enough not to disturb her. Not because I was the kind of man who concerned himself with things like that — I wasn't. I just didn't see the point in waking someone up when they were sleeping fine on their own.
That was all.
I stood at the edge of the bed. Not that I was looking at her. I was just — standing there. In my own bedroom. Which I was allowed to do.
She was on her side, her hair completely taking over my pillow.
Not that I was looking at how her plump lips were slightly parted as she drew in small, steady breaths. I wasn't looking at how unreasonably small and fragile she looked, sleeping on her boss's bed without a
