The door clicked softly shut, and quiet settled back over the room.A while later, Thomas finally returned.Sharon was still asleep, likely still under the effects of the sedative. She was sleeping deeply, her brow faintly creased, as if caught in some unpleasant dream.Thomas stood by the bed, watching her without a sound. The light fell across her face, softening the lines of it. His gaze stayed heavy, weighted with something even he couldn't quite name.For some reason, whenever he looked at her, whatever restlessness had been building in his chest always settled, strangely, into calm.He reached out, hesitated, and in the end didn't touch her, only pulled the blanket back up over the shoulder it had slipped from. His movements were gentle, and his fingertip brushed her cheek by accident, catching a moment of warm, soft skin.His hand stilled. His dark eyes went deep, like the night outside the window that never quite lifted.…By the time Sharon woke, the sun was already hi
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