Chapitre 70: Was this really a dream?

Sam had once used his X-ray vision to peek into Zoe's room, and entering it now, he found it was pretty much the same. 

Of course, this time he didn't see the pink 'replica cock' she had been using back then; she must have tidied it away, and Sam had no intention of mentioning it.

Exhausted and slightly tense, Zoe crawled under the covers, while Sam sat on the floor beside the bed. 

The bedroom floor was covered with soft mats, and in front of him was a dressing table, which Zoe apparently used for her makeup. 

The bed was very low, almost touching the ground. Sam thought he would have trouble sleeping in such a low bed, but guessed that for a woman living alone, this height probably offered a sense of security.

He watched Zoe, now nestled in the covers, and sat quietly beside her. Without any conversation, he just sat silently, his gaze vacant as he stared in the direction of the wall, towards where his own bedroom lay.