43- I'm your hospital

She sat up, tugging her hand, causing his face to hit the sofa.

"Ah!" He groaned softly.

Her fluster blew out as gasps while Steven stood up and adjusted his shirt.

"Why are you sleeping here? Are you tired of working long hours? Did Clara play dirty again?" Steven layered the questions above question.

She found her pounding heart returned to its normal rhythm, so she stood up and headed straight towards the exit, murmuring, "I'm tired of doing nothing."

"What?"

"Nothing!" She shook her head and her hand reached for the doorknob.

Suddenly, his warm hand grabbed her hand whole, earning her gaping eyes right away. It was the moment she realized his proximity became familiar day by day.

She blinked, portraying a blank look.

He drifted her hand away from the doorknob and ushered it to his cheek.