Zanthus had slept with me that night; in the sense that there was no s*x or holding. We merely shared a bed without having any physical contact.
Albeit, I craved his touch; I yearned for him to hold me. Maybe I would've been able to fall asleep quicker. Maybe golden eyes wouldn't of haunted my dreams as incessantly as they did. He overpowered my mind; holding me captive.
It was too early when I heard Zanthus' alarm on his phone go off. He groaned as he rolled over, turning it off. There were more sounds of him sighing as he rolled over once more and sat up. There was a moment of complete calm and stillness, until he moved the covers up on my side a bit more, covering my exposed shoulder with it.
My heartbeat sped up to match the pace of a hummingbirds.
He got up out of the bed, opening
