When Jensen Sterling returned home, he found the young lady had already fallen asleep.
Only a small bedside lamp was lit, its light dim but warm, as if waiting for its other owner who had yet to come home.
Before, coming home was always into a pitch-black, cold apartment. Now, with this soft light, it seemed to pierce directly into the depths of one's heart, casting a ray of light into the cold, dark chamber.
She occupied half of the bed, seeming small and quiet, obediently sleeping there. Her loose hair casually spread on the pillow, with a few playful strands gently falling on her cheek, making her look even more serene.
The middle of the bed also had her long bolster pillow.
And in Mia Sutton's arms was another pillow. Ever since she realized she had been hugging Jensen Sterling like a pillow, she got herself a smaller one, then placed the larger one in the middle of the bed to continue acting as a kind of demilitarized zone.
