The gentle breeze blew into the room, giving it a chilly atmosphere. Desmond watched as Sam drew the duvet closer to her chin, cradling herself more. He found her fascinating these days, and right now wasn't an exception. Her little red hair was sprawled everywhere, her mouth pouting with a calm expression.
Dropping his phone by the bedside table, he adjusted himself to a position that let him still look at her until he noticed the slight change in her facial expression, and with each second, her face looked pained. A nightmare!
Throwing the duvet off her, her hands went in different directions as he could hear her murmur some words that he couldn't hear from his distance, making him closer.
