NIRELLE

I wake up the next morning to a knocking sound from the door. My eyes fly open, and I am trying to come to when the knock comes again. I look at the clock and wonder how I had slept so well when the previous days had been such a hassle for me. I look around the room, trying to get myself.

I rub my eyes gently as I walk out of bed to the door. I pull open the door, and standing there is Lucien, fully dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket. His hair is slicked back ...