Charlotte
We’re finally pulling into the driveway and the gravel crunching under the tires sounds like a symphony to me right now. Finally, I can go back to my cocoon. As we came to a stop I noticed someone sitting on the porch steps. A purple and pink chicken dangling from his hands as his head rested on his knees. He looked like he was sleeping. Sam poked me in the ribs and shooed me over to him. I tapped his shoulder but he didn’t move. So I pushed his shoulder eliciting a groan that was almost growl like. The feral noise brought those damn goosebumps back. I was in no mood for my body to involuntarily react to this man. “Marcus! Marcus wake up!” He slowly lifted his head and the poor thing looked so tired. He was slow to grasp that I was standing in front of him. I knew he was presen
