Antonio stirred in his sleep, a slight wrinkle pinching his brow, arms folded tightly across his chest. Sleeping on the floor in his own home is the last thing he'd ever thought would happen to him, but after Mrs. Yasmin had shown them the room they'll be sharing, and knowing that disagreeing would be putting their acts in jeopardy, they both had no choice but to agree to share a room.
But Eloise had murderously and sternly rebuked him, throwing him a pillow and telling him to take the floor while she kept the bed to herself.
Cold seeped into his bones, a soft sound prickled his ears continuously, causing his furrowed brow to deepen.
Whimpers.
His eyes flew open. He's sure he heard it, the whimpering sounds coming from the... He sat up immediately and his head turned to the jerking bod
