After tucking her comfortably into bed, he returned to the balcony to clear away the remnants of their dinner, the candles now burning low. He moved with quiet efficiency, his thoughts occupied with the changes ahead.
After that, he headed to the bedroom and began helping Yvette to pack her luggage for the weeks ahead.
He neatly folded her clothes, carefully arranging her belongings with the same attention to detail he applied to everything in his life.
As he worked, his mind wandered to the times they had spent together, the shared moments of joy and hardship that had strengthened their bond and bow that she was leaving, he suddenly felt sad .
When he finally crawled into bed beside her, Yvette instinctively rolled into his arms, mumbling in her sleep. "Where were you?"
Zeke brushed a strand of hair from her face, his voice a soothing murmur. "I was just cleaning up and helping you with your luggage."
