Chapter 58: Sated and Spent

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. -Edgar Allan Poe

Later in the night, the wind blows, rattling the windowpane. I reach out for Drake, but he's not in bed.

Light is barely visible under the crack of the door. His shadow moves back and forth until the light turns off.

The door opens with a creak, and the drumming of bare-feet slap the ground. The hardwood floor groans under his weight. I stifle a giggle. The bed moves, it shifts under the weight of his body.

I draw the covers around me, and I'm pulled back into the warmth of his frame.

A warm hand runs the length of my side. It rests on my hip momentarily before sliding back up to my neck. Lacing his fingers through my hair, he tugs my head back, kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear.

My body responds to his tender caress. A moan escapes my parted lips. "Drake."