Hours passed and then suddenly Mike who was almost dozing off, felt his body light again.
Mike stirred suddenly, blinking as awareness rushed back to him. The quiet weight on his chest was gone.
He sat up, rubbing his face, his mind still foggy from the strange half-dream, half-reality haze he'd slipped into. The room was calm—too calm. Moon light filtered softly through the window.
Melina was standing infront of him.
She looked… composed again. Perfectly upright. Calm. Almost regal. As if nothing awkward had happened at all.
"Well," he thought awkwardly, that was… uncomfortable.
She cleared her throat, her gaze deliberately fixed somewhere just above his shoulder. "I… I had an urgent matter to attend to," she said a little too quickly. "An emergency."
"Oh. Right," Mike replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Sure."
There was an unmistakable stiffness in the air between them—thick, awkward, and fragile.
