I couldn't hear who was the one quietly speaking.
Those hands impatiently pulled away, then cold swathed my body, as if someone had pulled off my clothes.
I subconsciously resisted and tried to open my eyes, but they were too heavy. "No..."
The familiar voice rang out again. "Stay put. You're running a fever. I won't do anything, promise."
So it was him...I fell asleep, now feeling safe.
After a long time, the bed seemed to sink before I was pulled into a warm embrace, heating up my cold skin.
The next morning, as I stared at the empty space beside me, I had no clue what happened last night was a dream or reality.
Knock knock, came from the door.
Aunt Hazel came in. "Ms. Mcknight, breakfast is ready."
"Okay." I decided to ask. "Did someone come into my room last night?"
She looke
