Her breathing, shallow and warm.
Softly transmitted through the darkness to Adrian Walyon's ears, gently lingering by his ear, suddenly giving him a sense of peace.
As she slept, perhaps she forgot he was beside her, Summer Sutton turned her body slightly, naturally nestling into his arms.
Their sleeping posture, reminiscent of a year ago.
She snuggled against him gently, like a delicate bird, creating a harmonious picture.
Countless times, Adrian Walyon felt the impulse to wake her up.
However, listening to her even breathing in his arms, he ultimately couldn't bear to.
His restlessness didn't necessarily have to be resolved in an inappropriate way.
Just holding her like this, feeling the softness of her body, sensing her vivid, real heartbeat, Adrian Walyon's heart slowly calmed down.
At the end of the day, he couldn't bring himself to wake her.
