Anastasia
The room is pitch dark, not even the little bit of light coming from the alarm clock on my nightstand is able to penetrate the blinding darkness. My eyes feel heavy, but I gave up on trying to fall asleep hours ago. I feel hot and flushed Christian is holding me in iron like grip. His legs are draped over mine, and his arms cling to my upper body. I tried to move away from him into a more comfortable position, but it's useless. The further I try to run away from him the harder he clings to me. I sigh and stare at his face. I never realised just how beautiful he really is. His eyebrows form two perfectly straight lines above his face and are the same copper colour as his hair. His nose is aristocratic- straight edged and his lips seem almost perfectly symmetrical to each other. H
