A\N: Song For The Background ~ There's A Ghost By Fleurie
DACE
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The moonlight slipped in from the windows just above her bed, the short light curtain dancing in rhythm with the wind. She's out like a damn log and the comforter barely covers her body. I think she was too angry to take note that she actually wore my shirt because that alone could explain why she didn't cut it or burn it. My lips twitched in a smile just at the thought then a frown found my features.
Here I was sitting like a creep and watching her sleep as casually as taking an evening stroll and I wasn't the least bothered about it. What got me bothered were her actions, she got angry to the point she slapped me across my fucking face. Twice. I'm certain my men around were expecting me to be lethal after what she did but I remained collected and calm, I don't fucking care she slapped me, believe me, but I'm more worried about why she looked me in the eye like I just broke her trust or something.