The night flowed silently.
The bedroom light was left on. The young girl faced the wall like a quiet cat curled up there. She made no movement when she heard him come in.
He switched off the main light, then lifted the blanket and lay down, gently brushing her hair inward and embracing her softly from behind.
The night light glowed softly, and the scent emanating from her body filled the bed, light and warm.
However, as soon as his hand touched her abdomen, he felt her body tremble slightly with sensitivity. Her hand reflexively covered his.
He didn't move further, instead asking, "Who gave you that Meteorite Necklace?"
After a long pause, he heard her softly reply, "Finn Prescott."
He continued, "How did it end up at the auction?"
"My aunt sold it, and the pawnshop took it to the auction."
After speaking, the young girl turned her body around and obediently embraced him, pressing close.
