"Sorry, little man," he muttered under his breath, glancing down briefly. "Looks like nothing for you tonight." He walked over to the closet, pulling it open and scanning through the neatly arranged clothes. His hand paused over a few options before settling on a simple T-shirt.
He placed it carefully on her side of the bed, before turning his attention to the pillows. One by one, he arranged them down the center of the bed, creating a clear boundary. He slipped under the covers afterward, settling onto his side of the bed and turning his back toward the bathroom door.
He was just glad she stayed. That she hadn't walked out. That she had chosen—even if reluctantly—to remain.
The soft click of the bathroom door opening pulled his attention. He heard her footsteps, the faint rustle of fabric as she picked up the shirt he had left out.
The mattress dipped moments later as she climbed into bed, keeping her distance. So close.
