Chapter 22: Not A Good Sign

The feeling took over, and I couldn't hold it back anymore. "Leila." I couldn't help myself, holding her tightly as a shiver ran through me. ***** When it was over, I sat quietly on the sofa. Leila lay against my shoulder, just as quiet. We held each other for a while, without meeting each other's eyes. The mood was fragile, like that quiet moment of reflection after acting on impulse.  After a long moment, Leila lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "Time to rest. You're working tomorrow." I...