AURORA
For some reason, I knew that Drogo didn't want to go back to sleep. We remained in bed in silence, our breathing almost too loud, the rain was pounding heavily and all I could focus on at the moment was-
Well I could focus on nothing. My emotions were in a chaotic twist. I didn't know which one to pinpoint. Unable to quench my curiosity any further. I turned to look at him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I repeated and he laid there, his chest heaved up and down slowly and I felt the need to place my hand against his chest, to feel his heartbeat maybe. He turned to face me gradually and even in the dark, I could see the color of his eyes.
This time, the intensity of his gaze didn't affect me, not as usually did. Or maybe it did and I simply didn't want to look away. My breath
