Frost looked at her, sleeping quietly on his chest as she holds his muscular arm tight. She's like a little kitten, pure and soft. He loves her fragrance and he could stay there all night if she let him stay.
His eyes studied her spacious room, spotless and immaculately design suits her so much. He sighed and he put his Ipad aside as the movie is ended. He softly touches her cheek and she frowned as she tightly holds him.
"Who are you? Why did you call me here?" she murmured in her sleep. Frost stared at her in confused if she having a nightmare. "Where are we... it's dark..." she murmured again as tears fall from her eyes and she gritted her teeth.
"Angeline?" Frost wipes her tears from her cheek and her grasps became even tighter. He clenched his fist as her nails painfully buried into his flesh.
Not long after that, her grasp became weaken and let him go as if she fainted. "Angeline?!" He panicked and quickly slaps her face softly.
"She's safe with me don't worry... she's just having a terrible nightmare about herself," A cold mysterious voice told him.
Someone called Angeline in her dream made her tears fall and dragged her into somewhere in between her conscious and unconscious mind.
He searches for the ringing voice all over the room.
But..., no one in the room except both of them. Could it be?