Upon hearing Amelia Clarke's words, Owen Moreland fell silent for a moment, effortlessly changing the subject, "You've moved out for two months, isn't it time to move back?"
Amelia Clarke leaned into Owen Moreland's embrace, her face buried in his neck, the collar of his shirt cool. She inhaled the unique scent of a mature man emanating from him, feeling especially peaceful at this moment.
After a long while.
She spoke up, "My schedule is tight, I have nearly forty classes per week. I'll stay at school on weekdays and come back to be with you on weekends, is that okay?"
Owen Moreland said nothing. Amelia Clarke lifted her head and collided with the unfathomable depths of his eyes, which held a light that was elusive.
Amelia Clarke lowered her head, not daring to look straight into the man's eyes.
In the end, Owen Moreland didn't say anything, and Amelia Clarke took it as his tacit approval of her proposal.
Monday.