Viola lay in bed, staring quietly at the ceiling.
She was completely prepared for sleep. Her hair was dried, her comfortable long night dress were on, and the blanket was pulled neatly up to her chin. Everything was ready.
Yet for some reason... her mind simply would not turn off. She hadn't cast any spells on herself to remove her physical exhaustion, but somehow, she didn't want to sleep.
Ezekiel and Viola had lived under the same roof for months, one as the homeowner, the other as her tenant. But after finally becoming something more than that, after the confession and everything that had happened today... this was the first time Viola genuinely did not want to separate from him at all. Even if it was only for the night.
