~Noelle~
I think I'm starting to become a night owl. I really don't know what brought up this habit of doing everything at night but it happened. It's been a way to cope with the nightmares. The funny thing, I can't remember any of the nightmares. I can only remember the feeling.
The pain and fear all mixed into one. Well, that's not what I'm doing tonight.
Tonight, I woke up covered in sweat. Despite the chilling AC unit working so well.
Shepherd was the one holding me this time, so I've dragged him outside with me. The sights above is…. Disappointing. I've never been stargazing, and from the place we're parked in, the moon may be out but there are no stars. What a lonely sight.
My mother growls once I stepped off the last step, a tired Shepherd trailing behind me. Shirtless, because he wants to be that way. And his shorts are just…. I can't stop thinking about the shape of his cock in- when did I become so perverted?