Close Enough to Dream

Moira's POV

The door clicked shut with a soft finality, and we were alone.

The room was quiet, dimly lit by the flicker of the lamp Levi had lit earlier. Its flame swayed gently, casting gold across the small wooden walls, dancing over the bed where I sat with my legs curled beneath me. My shoes lay discarded at the foot. I had let my hair down, hoping it would relax me, but my shoulders still refused to unknot. My whole body was humming with everything we had been ...