Love Unspoken

evening. Alexander's tense muscles eased. He advanced, extending his arm to retrieve her phone.

"Did you miss me?" he queried, a playful tone to his voice as he returned the device to her.

Quinn's grip on her phone tightened, a silent battle waged within her to suppress the guilt that threatened to surface. She offered him a small, almost imperceptible nod in response. Only moments ago, she had sensed his impending return and had hastily opened their chat to type a message, uncertain if he had noticed her actions.

"What do you need me for?" he inquired, his hand absentmindedly stroking her hair, his voice noticeably softer.

cated through a simple gesture.

He glanced down, a smirk hidden behind his stoic expression. "Hungry enough to cry? What would you like to eat?" She pondered for a moment before responding, "The porridge, like this morning's."

isn't good for you. How about something else?" His tone was suggestive of a

these tasks independently. Was he under the impression that she had an abundance of free time and required additional tasks to occupy her? Tugging gently at his sleeve, Quinn waited for him to acknowledge her before signaling, "I want to go check on Juliet at the hospital. Has she woken

for the complete

silence, Alexander finally spoke, "She's awake, but you're still hurt. How will you visit her? Wait until you've recovered." Relief washed over Quinn, and

eyes reflecting a complex emotion. It wasn't the first time

Getty. He was about to dismiss the call when the

rose to his feet to

put on so much makeup, and it's been on all day. I'm worried I'll break out tomorrow!" Getty complained. "Didn't the

there. I want you to come get me! It's not that far anyway. Next month I'll be shooting out of town; can you spend some more time with me now, please?" Getty pleaded. After a brief pause, Alexander responded, "Send me the