Lay and think

Laying there, Ethan thinks about that feeling he had when Layla offered to prepare a room.

He also thinks about her open door.

He thinks-

Barely audible against the storm, Ethan hears faint footsteps. A moment later, the door opens slowly, a knuckle grazing against it, gently knocking.

"Ethan?" the voice is barely a whisper, and had he been asleep he certainly wouldn't have heard it.