Riv
"But why, Adam? Don't you have so many rooms in this house—and they're all empty?" I asked, turning to him in confusion.
"Actually," he said softly, "I'm tired of sleeping alone. Sometimes I even feel scared. So I was really happy when you said you'd stay here. I thought we could sleep together… but it seems you don't want to."
Hearing that, guilt stirred inside me. How could I forget? Adam was always alone. Of course he wanted someone close to him—and I was the one who told him he wasn't alone anymore. Yet here I was, questioning him.
I reached out and held his hand. "I'm sorry for asking that. Let's sleep together. I'm not against the idea," I said with a small smile.
"You don't need to apologize," Adam replied, his voice gentle. "And don't ever say sorry to me. Thank you for understanding."
Aww… Adam and his soft words. No one would ever imagine someone like him could speak so tenderly. His expression was calm, almost shy, and I couldn't help but smile back.
