Or perhaps it's just a habit, making her instinctively sacrifice for him.
He realized he might have been wrong, but it was too late.
Camden River looked deeply into her eyes, sitting on the bed for a while, and said softly, "Thank you for being so good to me. I understand now, I won't force you anymore. Let's get along, and if you find someone else you like, remember to let me know."
"Hmm." Windsor Myres replied in a low voice.
"Sleep." Camden River smiled faintly and turned off the bedside lamp.
With the light off, sleep still eluded him.
He's been suffering from insomnia lately, even with closed eyes, his mind remains incredibly alert.
He didn't know how long it had been until he heard the gentle, even breathing beside him; Windsor Myres had fallen asleep.
Camden River got up again, put on his slippers, and went to the balcony.
