Winter's POV
I could feel Mel's aggressive and murderous glare at me when Damien ushered her to leave by some back door and I kind of like how she was disrupted and would end up getting thorns and bristles stuck on her dress before she could make it out to a safer place since she needed to go through the forest to get to her place.
I looked around and saw the pathetic set up of the place, how irritatingly romantic it was.
"What do we do?" Damien asked, panicking.
"What?" I retorted, sarcastically.
"They're almost here." He added, scared.
I was tempted to laugh at how scared he was but I held it in knowing that we were both going to get into trouble if we got caught.
"What do we-"
Damien froze as I wiggled my eyebrow and motioned at the the bed. He raised his eyebrow, curious at wha
