Thorne stepped into the room; it was nearly 3 am in the morning, and he was just getting back from patrols. He was bone tired, and the only thing on his mind was coming back to Adina. On his way to his quarters, he stopped by her room, thinking she would be there since she somehow wouldn't stop staying there… surprisingly for him, she wasn't. When he stepped into the room, he paused in his steps, smiling to himself.
Looks like he wasn't the only one who had been missing the other. Right on the king-sized bed was Adina, wearing one of his clothes while she slept.
Her hair was all tousled from the many times she'd tossed and turned. She was a 'turning' sleeper.
