Cat POV
When I woke up, I found that Luke and I were tightly curled together in a ball on the pantry floor. It was cold, but his warm skin was keeping the worst of it away.
Outside the pantry, I could hear the pitter-patter of light rain outside but the roar of the wind was gone, and I couldn't hear any thunder anymore.
“Luke," I whispered, shaking him gently.
He grunted and opened his eyes.
“Ugh, it is still so dark," he groaned.
“We're still closed up in a closet," I reminded him, laughing lightly.
“Oh, right. I was dreaming about something else," Luke said with an amused tone in his voice.
He placed his hand on my bare back, and I started, still unable to see what he was doing.
“I thought you said storms were quick and violent around here. This wasn't a quick storm at a
