Samantha opened her eyes and saw that Timothy had returned. He was standing right beside the sofa, taking his clothes off.
Timothy seemed to have sensed her gaze and turned his face slightly to look at her. When he saw her sleepy eyes and heavy eyelids, he said softly, "Did I wake you up? Go ahead and sleep."
Samantha's heart finally calmed down after his return and her sleepiness had also reached its peak. She groaned softly, then closed her eyes again as she drifted back to sleep.
Timothy took off his shirt and pants, tossed them to the sofa armrest, and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.
The alcohol smell lingering on his body had almost disappeared completely when he came out of the shower. After drying his soaking-wet hair, he walked to the bed and got under the blanket to sleep.
He turned to his side, stretched out his long arms, then spooned the soundly sleeping Samantha.
