Cael Alexander's bedroom bore witness to the many things that happened between him and the woman who clung to him since the afternoon.
This bedroom has seen her weak, has seen her strong, has seen her defiant, and him-- just staying beside her, being there for her. This room has seen her left and come back-- to him.
Before that 'after-hours-work' that she did a few months ago, she had kept him at arm's length. Sure, they talked, he always tried to flirt, he followed her around but she always dismissed him. She had always been indifferent.
She built a wall between them for the simple truth that they belonged to different worlds with different worries. She didn't have time for matters like him.
Then, his persistence somehow paid off that night, confined, hiding in darkness. There, in that intimate space, their bodies pressed against each other, she almost responded to his advances. The first inkling of the possibility of something between them.
