WRITER'S POV
Half way on his way to her room, her struggles had already died and her now motionless body was enough to tell tristian that she was asleep now ...making tristian take a huge exhalation of pent-up breath. with one leg he pushed open the door of her room and laid her gently on the soft mattress ...
He covered her with the blanket and closed the windows stopping the cold breeze from disturbing her , roaming his eyes around the room , he saw how her clothes were recklessly lying on the floor and he couldn't help but chuckle at that ...he picked up those clothes and put them in the laundry basket.
turning around his eyes landed on the soundly sleeping sarah who was curled up inside the cover , he couldn't help but stroke her smooth deep ,rich chocolaty brown hairs , he was in
