Klaus
Midway into the book, Samuel slowly drifted to sleep.
"Is he asleep?" Nikolas whispered, tiptoeing toward us. He was holding three tubs of ice cream.
"Yeah," I answered, shutting the book.
Nikolas sat at the far end of the bed. Samuel was the only soul separating us. He took one look at the boy and he smiled. I knew I really shouldn't. But I couldn't help myself. I let my eyes savor him and as always, I felt my heart swell. "I brought ice cream. Hate for them to go to waste." That said, he stretched a tub at me. I took it. My cheeks were red but luckily, the lighting was dull and Nik's attention was entirely on Samuel.