Florette’s POV.
I turn to him immediately, shutting the door behind me. From the look of the sky outside, it shouldn’t be anything later than 3am.
He walks to the middle of the room before turning around to look at me. Our eyes meet instantly, even through the darkness of the room.
“What are you doing here?”
He gives me an obvious look, like I am supposed to know the answer to my own question. He does not respond though, but he goes to sit on my bed, his eyes still on me.
“It’s quite late”. I tell him, walking up to stand in front of him.
He looks up at me, his eyes shining under the moonlight.
“Quite?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Its very late”.
“I came to see you”
“I was asleep”
“Should I leave?” He asks in a low voice, jerking his chin towards the door.
I purse my lips
