Winter was strutting her stuff with a vengeance this year. Its persistent clouds once again hid every ray of morning sun that might have brightened the street. Even the street lamp spells didn’t realize it was daytime, believing in winter’s deception and shining as if it were night. Winter was a ...
Her restful sleep faded in an instant. Vincent lay next to her, flat on his back, motionless except for the rise and fall of his chest. He slept like he did everything else, intense and focused. Even in his dreams he had straight, smooth posture. His leg pressed against hers. She didn’t mind. But...