Alastair's pov
I woke up flushed and wet from the previous night. My instincts told me go to the piano to play out my feelings. I quietly crept out of bed where his hazel hairs was poking out from under the quilts. The sudden frigid air hit my naked self as i tried to get up. His hand gripped my wrist. My heart, it was pounding so hard that anyone could see my chest move
"Alastiar, it's cold"
I fluttered my eyes open as the light from the rear tucked curtains hit my pupils. My brain ordered my hand to feel the empty space next to me.
"So it was a dream?"
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So people this is my first time writing a book. I'm gonna try for once
~Iylin
