DIMITRI

The evening sun streamed in softly through the window, casting golden streak across the room and hitting Sloane’s pretty face.

She was still fast asleep, the blanket held tightly against her chest even subconsciously. I wanted to wake her up, and see her smile, but I had exhausted her. She needed enough rest.

I climbed out of the bed, and put my clothes back on one after another. I finished, and casted one last glance at her sleeping form before exiting her room as carefully as I ...