By the time we got back to the house, Crimson was still out to it. I carefully picked her up from the back seat and headed inside to our room with her. She was cold to the touch. If it wasn't for her breathing, I would have thought she was dead. I placed her on one side of the bed, pulled back the covers, and placed her underneath. I stripped her down to her lingerie, pulled up the covers, then slipped into bed beside her. I reached out to her and pulled her close, attempting to warm her up with my body heat.
I must have fallen asleep. Because when I woke up, Crimson was gone and there was a light on in the bathroom. I got up and moved to the bathroom. Crimson was standing there, pale as ever, gripping the bench top, her fingers white with the force she was gripping the bench. I slipped over to her and wrapped my arms around her, Kissing her neck in greeting.
"You're awake,"
"Was that really her?" She lifted her eyes and looked at mine through the mirror.
"Honestly, I don't know, It looked like her, but I'm not sure if that was her,"
"We need to put her to rest,"
"I agree, but tomorrow, please. I need sleep, and so do you," I turned her around to face me, and kissed her. I tugged on her hand pulling her gently back towards bed. "Come on,"
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Supernatural Takeover
RomanceWhat happens when the Celtic witch of evil- Carman- wants to ruin you and your partner's lives? And your dead best friend is in on her plans? Find out in Supernatural Takeover, A Romantic horror about a woman, her boyfriend and her best friend when...
