He looked back after a moment, sighing as he turned off the water. He grabbed a spare blanket and gently laid it over her before going back to his desk.
She stretched out on the couch, resting her head on her arm, her face growing peaceful, her blonde hair disheveled.
She would be quiet for several minutes before she spoke up, her voice tranquil. It would be uncertain if she were fully awake. “Hey, Sam?”
Her golden eyes were open, watching him thoughtfully, but she was obviously still mostly asleep. “If I ever hurt you, or make you not want to spend time with me, will you tell me before it’s too late to fix it?”
He cocked his head, coming over to gently tuck her hair back. "Of course. Though, I don't think that will happen."
She relaxed, leaning into his touch instinctively. Her hair was just as soft as he remembered, slipping through his fingers. “That’s what I thought with Briar,” she muttered quietly, her voice heavy with sleep, “and now he’s leaving because he thinks that I’m in love with you and you’re madly in love with me. It’s ridiculous.”
Her eyelids had drooped as he had brushed her hair, but they opened again when he pulled away. She seemed surprised, even in her sleepy state, but it was clear that she wouldn't remember this when she woke up in the morning. "What?"
