In her weariness, Eva's words came out more subdued but no less firm. "I appreciate your concern, Sylvan, but I just need some rest," she murmured, her voice betraying the exhaustion she felt.
As his fingers brushed her cheek, she winced slightly, feeling the pinch like a hot ember against her skin.
As Sylvan attempted to withdraw, his mind swirled with conflicting emotions.
Moments passed, and then, almost as if driven by an unseen force, he pivoted and retraced his steps.
With deliberate movements, he settled onto the narrow bed beside Eva, his tall frame dwarfing the limited space.
The mattress creaked under his weight as he maneuvered to accommodate himself, inadvertently pressing against her side.
For Eva, the sudden proximity was disconcerting. She could feel the heat radiating from Sylvan's body..
Every inch of the bed seemed to shrink in his presence, leaving her with barely any room to maneuver.
