Thalia
The sun is creeping in through the curtains. I’m comfortable under a pair of warm covers, but sadly, I didn’t sleep in Regan’s hut tonight. I spent the night in the one they keep for guests. Everett is here too, snoring loudly from the couch while muttering unintelligent words.
“Everett?” I call. “You’re snoring.”
No response.
I sigh in defeat. “Everett…please…I can’t sleep when you’re making those sounds.”
The lanky yet muscular guy just mumbles more words and turns around. Jesus. I will have to tell my sister that she will never be able to get some rest if she decides to date this loon. Does he always snore?
Unbelievable...
Everett dresses in fancy suits, drinks tea, and has an almost feminine beauty on his face. I’m not going to lie; he looks incredibly perfect with his lo
