In the bedroom, the two are oblivious to any mayhem that their actions have caused. Two sweaty bodies lay side by side, Steele brushes the long black hair which is plastered on Wren’s cheek, wrapping it gently around her ear with a soft smile on his face.
Wren forces her eyes open but she feels the extreme fatigue hitting her hard, she just stares into Steele’s slate-gray eyes, there is a glitter in them that she has never seen before and she has no idea if it is her sleep-deprived brain playing tricks on her, but she still voices it as her hand sits on his cheek, her thumb stroking his skin, soothing the pain away.
"Your eyes look different"
Wren’s words are barely a whisper, her eyes flutter shut as sleep takes her over, Steele smiles as he presses his lips to her forehead. He wants t
