The curtains were drawn, and she turned on a wall lamp. In the large room, the light from this small lamp appeared very dim, as if the entire room was enveloped in a layer of hazy orange light.
A woman suddenly appeared in his room.
On that bed where no woman had ever lain, she sprawled out, lying there in a starfish position.
His private space was occupied just like that, yet the sensation was not unpleasant at all.
With the presence of one more person, there was an extra sense of attachment.
While at the company, he thought about the person waiting for him at home, a feeling that was too subtle to be described with words.
Matthew Saxon walked lightly, slowly moving to the side of the bed.
It was already late. Although he had finished those tasks as quickly as possible, when he got home, it was already seven o'clock.
He wondered if she would become impatient from waiting, or if she would just eat on her own before he got back.
