The afternoon passed by quietly.
Grace tried to distract herself by sketching new designs in her notebook, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Samuel.
The way he had looked at her during physio.
The way she had wiped his forehead.
The way his voice softened when he asked if she was worried.
It felt too close. Too much.
But she didn’t regret it.
By evening, she couldn’t sit still anymore.
So she decided to check on him.
When she entered his room, Samuel was by the window, a book resting on his lap. The soft orange glow of sunset poured in, brushing against his face, making him look even calmer than usual.
Grace hesitated at the doorway for a second, then stepped inside.
He looked up and closed the book immediately.
“Back again?” he asked, lips curving slightly.
Grace shrugged. “I was bored.”
His eyebrow rose. “You’re a terrible liar.”
She ignored that and walked closer. “Did you eat?”
“Not yet.”
“Why?”
He looked at her directly. “I was waiting.”
