Nightmares
That evening Honey battled with something inside her, two years ago she would have done the journey to his room blindfolded using only her sense of touch to direct her, but she felt as though she should reconsider her next intentions. Their time apart had matured their innocence. One step at a time, Honey made her way she tried not to overthink. Her thoughts allowed themselves to be slumbered, "One step at a time,". She turned the knob expecting the door to be locked but the soft click of the door surprised her. The rain hitting the windowpane had muffled the noise and Honey slipped in unnoticed, she could see that there was nobody in the bed and the candlelit room indicated James would be in his washroom. Feeling awkward Honey paced the room and decided to make her presence known, "Jame
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