Chapter Hundred And Fifty Three

The afternoon sun dipped lower, casting long shadows of tress across the garden. Suzy continued reading, her voice a gentle murmur in the peaceful surroundings. Ryan remained still, his eyes closed, his head resting comfortably on her lap. She could feel his presence, his weight a comforting anchor against her. The warmth of his hair a soft caress against her skin. 

Lost in the rhythm of the story,unable to concentrate, Suzy gently dropped the book beside them on the grass. She found herself instinctively playing with Ryan's hair, her fingers tracing patterns through the soft strands.

Ryan's body relaxed visibly. He sighed contentedly, a deep rumble in his chest. It was clear he was enjoying her touch.

The silence that followed was comfortable, but Suzy felt a need to break it. "How was your meeting in court?" she asked softly, her voice low.