Draven shut the door behind him.
He looked over at the bed to see Avelina lying under the duvet. Her attention was fixed on the bedside lamp.
"Are you okay?" Draven inquired.
Avelina turned and glanced at him. She nodded her head.
Draven got into the bed beside her. "Still scared to sleep?" He gently began to brush her hair with his palm.
"Mhm…" Avelina gave a nod. "I'm trying to be tough, but Mr. Tough does not want to cooperate with me."
Draven chuckled softly at her statement, amused.
"Is that so?"
"Yes," Avelina replied.
"Well," Draven pondered. "Do you perhaps want me to hold you? I think you would fall asleep better if I did that, or... no?" He wasn't sure.
Avelina immediately sprang into a sitting position on the bed. "Will you?" Her large eye had softened so much that it caused Draven's heart to throb.
