She squeezed the shirt in her hand as she walked slowly to the open window, staring out at the full moon. It had suddenly turned full in just few minutes now. Okay, maybe not so few.
She held the window will and looked down and then straight ahead but nothing was in sight. No one was in sight.
She squinted hard to see if she might have a glimpse of his blood trails or footsteps. Anything at all. But there was nothing.
Or maybe she was searching well.
"Are you looking for someone?"
She went still at the voice that spoke behind her. Raising her head, she immediately turned on her heels as her eyes went wide.
He was standing right there by her bathroom's door, his hair and face wet but was still in his black shirt.
He was still looking as hot as the scorching sun that she could melt un
