Later that night, featherlight steps brushed on the carpeted floor.
It was ten in the evening, and Maxen didn't waste time snaking his way to the master bedroom where he guessed Olivia could be.
True to his instinct, Olivia was deep in slumber, her hand tucked under the pillow while her leg crossed over to Maxen's side of the bed.
Silently, Maxen went to the ensuite so as not to disturb Olivia's sleep for she rarely had a full rest at night, especially when her nightmares come and hunt her, leaving her awake for an hour or two in the wee hours of the morning.
After he showered the remnants of the day off of his body, Maxen then headed to the bed, peeling the duvet so he could slide under it.
Turning his body to his side to face Olivia, he planted a soft kiss on her lips and sighed at the cast of serenity on her face.
