My eyes flutter open due to the glowing of the radiant sun peaking above the nearest window. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I let out a sigh. Turning to my side, a pillow clouds my line of vision, a pillow and Torrin's face. Torrin's head is prompt upon it, his eyes closed as he inhales and exhales. Surprisingly he doesn't even drool in his sleep, which is something I wish I could say as well. Torrin has longer eyelashes than me and his nails are more fitted if that makes any sense.
My nails are short and unpolished, meaning that they are one hundred percent basic. They are unapologetically natural, but not as clean as they should be. I wasn't like other supernatural women that got their nails done every two weeks. If anything, the thought of me getting my nails done is displeasin
