Finally peaceful sleep, but in no time. I felt like somebody was staring at me in my sleep. Until I opened my eyes, and discovered Dante sitting on my bed, and gazing at me in a manner which made my heart jump. I was not aware of how long he had been there. The curtains only dimly lit the room and his face could not be read.
His pose was still as a statue, with one leg over the other, hands clasped carelessly in his lap. Nothing relaxed in him, though. I stared at him hoping he would utter something but he continued looking at me. Now it was irritating.
"What?" I said and I wrinkled a brow and pushed myself up, not letting him know how his presence there aggravated me. My voice reeked of sleep and was rougher than I meant. Do you happen to have some sort of a thing about people sleeping,
