❤️~I've had the thyme of my life~❤️
“Yes, it's just him. I'll be there in an hour or two.”
Zelah wrapped her jacket around her and paced the short length of her living room.
The room was dark with the blinds closed, and cold from the fan that she had going at full blast.
“He's not... feeling well. Came down with something last night. Yeah I'm sure I can handle it on my own today.”
She nodded and sat down on the chair with her laptop in front of her.
He can't see you, genius.
“Yeah, okay. Thanks Amine.”
The call ended and she threw the phone on the chair beside her.
Her thoughts ran to the man in her room, who was nursing a very painful headache, even asleep.
The knocks that woke her from a troubled nap grew more persistent. The big sweatshirt she had burrowed into was beginning to lose its magic.
Sam's sweater that smelled like him was the reason why she could take a troubled nap.
She opened the door and met Thomas struggling a little under Sam's weight, who was smiling like a maniac.
Thomas steadied them and waved at Zelah with his free hand.
“Heyyyyy there, Zee. We're sorry to disturb you—”
“He's drunk? What exactly did you two do tonight?”
She leaned against the door post and crossed her arms.
Sam stumbled and almost fell, staggering on his feet. He held out a hand to her and she held onto it, giving him a little smile.
“A little but not much. The thing is, he won't go home. And I'm very tired. Can he be here with you?”
She looked towards her room and smiled, remembering their little moment from the night before. It wasn't long but it disturbed her, in a good way.
The faint sounds of groaning floated to her ears from her room.
She got up and went to her room, heading for the bathroom.
“Good, you're up. I need to get ready so if you don't mind, the chair outside is very comfortable.”
She stripped off her clothing and tied up her blue robe tight before opening the door again.
He was sitting up on the bed with his head leaning against the back of the wall of the bed.
The light from the bathroom cast his shadow on the wall beside him, rippling as she intercepted it when walking towards him.
“How are you feeling?”
She sat at his side and handed the bottle of water that was on the table beside him.
“Peaceful. Calm and relaxed. It's a beautiful morning.” He winced as he shook his head at her gesture.
“Okay, I get it. Stupid question. You need to drink. Take it.”
“Sam, drink the water. One way or another I'll get it down your throat. You know I'm not joking.”
He laughed a little and took the bottle from her hand.
She got up to leave but he stilled her by holding her hand.
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