Samson let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand over his face, visibly annoyed and tired.
— Vanessa... I'm exhausted, and frankly, I'm not in the mood for this tonight. This is really not the time.
She stared at him, a gleam of determination crossing her gaze.
— Then... at least let me sleep here, beside you. Just for tonight.
— In this room? he asked, surprised and skeptical.
— Yes, just for the night, I promise, she insisted.
Samson shook his head, sighing again, exasperation mixing with fatigue.
— It's not possible, Vanessa. Listen, if you can't sleep, go to the living room, turn on the TV, watch something to distract yourself. But please, don’t bother me with this again.
Vanessa opened her mouth to protest, but he didn’t give her time to respond. In a swift motion, he closed the door without another word and went back to bed, snuggling under the covers to finally get some peace.
On the other side...