Ethan was standing inside a bay window, looking out. Behind him was a huge room with a king-sized bed. The room itself was decorated in dark blue colors, combined in old style dark-brown oak furniture. The walls of the mansion in which he was standing however, was old style bricks. In usual situations the room would have been the place to bring him comfort and peace, but today something was just not feeling right. He wanted to be out of here, the home he grew up in. He wanted, no he NEEDED Amelia.
Damn! If only his father could hurry the ancient’s along so that he could return to her! He had only let her a few short hours ago, but already his body was craving her. He wanted to see her smile, hear her laugh, talk about their everyday lives! Damn, he wanted to go home. Yea, he had to admit
