The soft murmur of the waves against the shore is distant, and the villa feels unusually quiet at this late hour. The flickering light from the hallway barely spills into the guest room as Sam moves silently inside, the door closing behind him with a soft click. The cool night air carries the scent of the ocean, but it's the warmth of the room and the warmth of Elena, that pulls him forward. Sam whispers, his voice low and hesitant

“Elena...? Are you asleep?”

He stands still for a moment, smiling just wanting to come and talking with her, hating the fact their in separate rooms.