On the twelfth night, Hensley woke first.
She was confused and a bit scared because there was a body pressed to hers in her bed, in her house.
She relaxed when she saw Shiloh, but was still utterly confused.
He was sleeping peacefully, a small graced his lips and it was still bright enough to actually make out his features. His hair was brown and on the longer side and nothing like her blonde hair.
He was beautiful. There were no other words to describe him but just that.
Shiloh stirred and opened his eyes in a room that was not his.
The first thing he saw was a wall, the second thing were two gorgeous gray eyes. They stared at him in awe and curiosity.
Hensley drew patterns into his chest and he pulled her closer.
"How did you find me?" her voice was quiet - as usual. Just how he liked it.
"I used my vampire senses." That earned him a giggle and in the dim light he could see how her eyes crinkled up attractively.
"Shiloh?" she pressed her head to his chest, sighing in content.
"Yes, Hensley?"
"I think you're the best part about the night."
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S H I L O H (a short story)
Teen FictionIn which a boy with nyctophilia meets a girl with insomnia * "My name is Shiloh", he replied, and she said he looked like a Shiloh. He asked her name. "Hensley." it was a short clipped reply, one he grew accustomed to. He knew it was because she was...
