Roses are Red

Gideon tightened his embrace before Elestria could argue. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Sleep."

Elestria's mouth opened and then closed. She looked up as her cheek pressed against his chest which moved gently in time with his breathing. She sniffed her shirt. He has a fresh smell. She sniffed again. It was drizzling so the earth was wet. It was the fresh green grass.

Her lips pouted. Fuck, she thought. The body beneath her was hard and warm. His heartbeat could be heard, kind of new. She couldn't help but feel sleepy if it was like that.

Slightly, Gideon raised his eyelids. Those cheeks were rosy. He was reassured that the little wolf could sleep.

Meanwhile, in the next room, Wan was already asleep. Daphne was by his side with her eyes open. She was waiting for midnight.

The flame in the oil lamp didn't flicker even though Daphne darted past it. She wanted to go to the forest, to find something to satisfy her craving.