After speaking, Emma paused, studying Amelia's face.
Emma watched as a slow, almost dreamy smile spread across Amelia's features, she watched as Amelia's juicy red lips parted and a soft voice came out...
"As expected of my hero."
The words came out soft and distant, the voice of a woman suspended somewhere between sedation and emotions she had never allowed herself to feel before.
"I always thought every man was trash. Every single one of them. But he saved me. He didn't have to. He didn't even know me. He had nothing to gain from it. He just..." Her smile deepened. "He just did."
Her gaze drifted toward the ceiling.
"He really might be the only good man in the world."
Silence fell over the room.
The guards stood frozen in collective dumbfoundedness.
...
Several kilometers away, in his apartment, Stan remained fast asleep.
He was sprawled diagonally across the bed, one arm tucked beneath his pillow, his phone lying face-down on the bedside table.
