13

I woke up later with Zed massaging on my feet. I moved abruptly, shifting into a sitting position, watching him as he pressed the tip of his fingers on the outer side of my soles. It was already past midnight, but his wet hair still sparkled against the light from the ceiling.

“Go back to sleep,” he said, smiling affectionately at me.

“Just arrived?”

“Thirty minutes ago.”

I wouldn’t complain or suspect him for anything. I knew very well the nature of his job. After his lecture, the small group meetings would take longer since every group would ask him to speak for another motivational word.

“I see, so go to sleep now. You must be exhausted already.”

He lay down beside me and pulled me close to him, placing my head on his chest. “I miss you so much.”

“Mmmm, miss you, too,” I replied in a sleepy tone, although my sleepiness disappeared the moment he cuddled me