Samantha perched on the edge of the bed, her fingers twirling in a nervous dance.
Michael inched closer, his voice low and gentle. "Come here, Samantha."
Samantha's gaze dropped, her shoulders tensing. She remained still, her fingers still.
Michael's brow furrowed, concern etching his features. "Don't you want to sleep in your bed anymore?"
Silence.
He shifted, his eyes searching hers. "Maybe I should move? Would you be more comfortable without me on your bed?"
Samantha's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. She had expected pleading, kisses, and persuasion.
Instead, Michael swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, his movements fluid. "Will you be okay now?"
Samantha's face twisted, her eyebrows furrowing and her lips compressing. She flopped onto he
