Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Saturday Night...Leah crawls into bed quietly...

She opened the door with the softest click, slipped inside, and let the darkness swallow her whole. The house was still and silent. Leah moved down the hallway, her heart a wild, guilty drum in her chest. She paused outside their bedroom, held her breath, and listened—nothing but deep, even breathing on the other side. Jonathan was asleep. She eased the door open and crept across the room, her footsteps as light as her conscience was heavy. He lay sprawled on his stomach, glasses askew on the nightstand. Relief washed over her in dizzying waves. Leah slipped out of her clothes and into bed, curling her damp, exhausted body around his warmth. She pressed a kiss to his shoulder, the taste of need and betrayal still fresh on her lips. Jonathan stirred but didn’t wake, murmured her name and seconds later was lost again to dreams. She shut her eyes and let her heart slow to match his, wondering if she’d ever truly be able to sleep. But eventually sleep found her.