ELISSA
Why do I feel like I am being watched in my sleep? A pair of eyes piercing through me? Maybe it's my imagination playing a fast one on me. I smiled, stretching my body on the bed.
A perfect morning after some alcohol and wolfbane to calm the nerves and relieve me of some stress. Come to think of it, how did I get on the bed last night or even get home?
‘Hmmm, he is such a kind gentleman, I guess I have to keep being his tag along when I want to calm nerves again. It's refreshing. I smiled, stretching again.
I sluggishly sat up on the bed, doing a little yoga in my sitting position like bending sideways and then twisting sideways. I was about to twist to my right when my eyes spotted someone who was staring at me.
“Holy s**t,” I screamed out in fright, why was he sitting there
