Trent POV
The room is dark. My heavy lids struggle to adjust to the basically pitch-black atmosphere.
My head glided to the side where the clock was; it was 5 in the morning.
Her appetizing scent seeps through my senses as my mind goes through the memory trip from yesterday.
She was laying over me, holding tight, with her cheek pressed against my chest as though she was scared.
She needed rest, so I didn't attempt to wake her up. Instead, my eyes automatically closed as a lengthy apology note formed itself in my head until the room brightened up and the clock reads 8 in the morning.
I was running my fingers through her locks when she looked up from my chest.
She started up disconnecting our bodies, I should stop her, but I didn't. Almost immobilized, I watched her form some in
