It must be the rain pinging anxiously in the glass of the windows or the dinging sound of the raindrops dancing on the roof of the house that made me focus on my sketch. I faced the dark window, and I would stare outside whenever the lightning lashed in the sky. I remembered the sci-fi movie I watched with Jeremy where something unnatural happens whenever the lightning and thunder like this whip angrily in the air.
My body jolted in surprise when a flashlight was beamed on my paper. It was too late for me to hide it from Paul. I turned to him, my lips pursing as I shrugged and hoping he would not ask a question about it. My heart was beating crazily when he joined me in bed. He sat beside me but not facing the window. Instead, Paul sat crossed-legged facing me and leaned his head on my
