The man, as if he had seen right through her, spoke in a low, husky voice, "Alright, go back to sleep, I'm a disabled person now, I don't have the strength to do anything to you."
"..."
Amelia paused for a moment before snipping back, "What are you thinking? You talk as if I'm afraid of you. If you're not worried about my insomnia causing me to toss and turn and disturb you, then just go to sleep, let's see who's afraid of whom!"
After speaking, she marched confidently back into the master bedroom.
She didn't know if it was because of her own jinx, but after lying down, she actually couldn't fall asleep.
But she didn't toss and turn as she'd said she would; instead, she quietly lay on her side next to him, facing his face, quietly watching him in the dim light of the wall lamp.
Although they had seen each other frequently recently, it seemed she really hadn't taken a good look at him for a long time.
