The sun’s orange hue slowly descended from the sky, tinting the room darker every minute as it did. Still, my hooded eyes continued to stare straight at the unlit fireplace with my body unmoving. A few hours had gone by with me only sitting here, bored with nothing to do. I couldn’t go to sleep, not with my recent reoccurring dream haunting me and not with the sleeping predator beside me.
As he had announced earlier, Storm had gone to sleep, sprawled on the bed now in only his pants with his head buried in the pillow. It was taking a lot of my willpower to stop myself from gawking at the image of his fine-toned rugged back magnificently chiseled. He was the enemy. I should hate everything about him. He had even taken away my phone from me, switched it off, and kept it on the nightstand by
