The rhythmic dripping of the shower was the only sound that disturbed the quiet of the apartment. Tom emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, and padded towards the bedroom.
He expected to find Lucy still busy with her phone call or scrolling through her phone. Instead, she was fast asleep, still fully dressed and her phone was vibrating faintly beside her.
A smile tugged at Tom's lips. Exhaustion had finally won her over, he thought as he leaned down, brushing a stray strand of hair off her face, a pang of protectiveness washing over him.
A muffled groan escaped Lucy's lips, but she didn't stir. Tom chuckled as he picked up her phone, intending to silence the notification before it woke her but when he glanced at the screen, and he saw the caller ID: Tyler, he decided to receive the call.
