Jack woke up in the middle of the night, throat dry, his body instinctively reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand, only to find it empty. With a quiet sigh, he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Selena. The wooden floor creaked softly under his bare feet as he padded toward the kitchen, filled a glass, and drank until the ache in his throat eased.
Jack lingered for a moment, a soft smile ghosting his face before he slipped out of the room. His bare feet padded across the floor, the silence broken only by the sound of the refrigerator door opening. He poured himself a glass of water and drank deeply, the cool liquid soothing the heat in his throat.
When he returned to the bedroom, Selena had stirred. She sat halfway up, blinking through the haze of sleep, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her gaze sought him out immediately, soft and searching, as though his absence had pulled her from her dreams.
"You okay?" she asked, her voice husky with sleep.
