Jan 14, 2015
"Zzz...!"
Your muse has climbed into bed with mine, send me "Zzz…!" For my muses reaction.
The shift of a pressing weight into the mattress causes her eyes to snap open, muscles tensing as she awakens almost instantly. At first, their scent isn’t recognizable to her; it’s vaguely familiar, but she can’t place who it belongs to, which does nothing to help the unease twisting in her stomach. But when she rolls over and catches sight of who has invaded her bed, her face contorts with bewilderment. Concern. Propping herself up on an elbow to get a better look at the dark-haired hunter.
“Allison? What’s wrong?”