Phoebe's POV
Harold's so-called "regular habit" meant we'd retreat to separate rooms for showers, then one of us would sneak into the other's bedroom afterward.
One person would dutifully settle down with closed eyes, attempting sleep, while the other sat close by, absorbed in mobile games.
One motionless, one active—tranquil and harmonious, like frozen moments in time.
Due to the tension between us, I stayed silent after stepping into Harold's bedroom. I headed straight for the lone armchair tucked in the corner and pulled out my phone to game.
Harold showed restraint. He settled onto the bed obediently, shut his eyes, and prepared for sleep.
Two game rounds later, I finally glanced up at Harold. His loosely tied robe had shifted, accidentally exposing his attractive chest. His breathing came deep and even.
'Finally! He's out!' I thought, exhaling with relief.
