I didn't know where to position myself in this small cabin when the couch was occupied by Raven, who had put away his electronic cigarette aside,
Gabriel was seated next to the bed with Leif, who was snoring lightly, still dead to the world.
Lysander had turned on the generator and placed the leftover food in the microwave to heat them.
It was a good idea because the food he had made from his house was still edible.
My mouth watered with every inhale as the pastries rotated on top of the spin table, but these leftovers weren't going to be enough for the four of us.
My stomach grumbled, and I clutched my tummy, praying that nobody heard it except me.
I was hungry from all that swimming, and the more I smell the scrumptious aroma of the food from the microwave, the more I punish myself.
I swallowed hard, thinking I should probably help instead of standing in the corner like a virgin ghost spying on four handsome boys in a cabin.
