I also heard it. I could tell it was a girl when I focused.
Storm urged me to remain still by whispering, "Stay here," and pressing his finger to his lips. I followed his instructions.
He backed off of me. He removed his enormous hand from my lips before getting up from the bed. He ran to his table as the weight rose, and I sat down. After lighting a candle, Storm left his room after picking it up. Upon collapsing into his bed, I pondered the identity of the female. Tinley or Erica, perhaps? The worst-case scenario is a grumpy grandma.
Oh! The notion of the heart attack she would have if she discovered me in her poor godson's bed at this moment makes my heart race. My lips licked at the idea.
