Even now, pressed close and nestled together, neither of them was the first to speak.
The unspoken understanding they had cultivated over the years was on full display.
He didn't need to speak, and Summer Thorne didn't need to ask. She simply leaned quietly in his arms and casually turned a page in her book.
She knew he was in a bad mood and even knew why. But since she couldn't help him solve his problem, she figured it was best not to say or ask anything at all.
'He wants peace, he wants comfort. So this... this is good enough.'
Suddenly, it felt as if they had returned to their time in that small suburban courtyard. It was just as quiet, just as wordless. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, a world where day and night blurred together, where all of time and space belonged to them alone.
It was a tranquil moment, one that was utterly intoxicating.
