Jan 15, 2017
@ licensedtohunt
Fixing the occupied couch with a peevish frown - how many times must he ask her to use the guest bedroom whenever she chose to crash at his place for the night? - Donovan considered grabbing the edges of the grey, plush velvet throw blanket clutched tightly in her hands and giving it a hard yank, uprooting her from her comfortable nest of blankets and pillows. But he wasn’t too keen on the idea of waking Zoe so soon after he’d managed to put her to bed, their unexpected visitor only adding to the business of a night that should have been quiet and unassuming.
“Dilyn,” he murmured, his tone nearly a whisper as he nudged her blanket-shrouded shoulder none-too-gently. “Dilyn, wake up.”
