Anne closed her eyes after getting in bed, willing herself to fall asleep but no matter how hard she tried, it felt as if sleep was the farthest thing from her at this moment.
She tried to stop herself from thinking about the fact that Andrew might be waiting for her, she didn't know what he wanted to talk to her about, but she knew that she didn't want to have to deal with the constant sensations that being in his presence brought so the sooner she fell asleep, the easier it would be for her to escape having to talk to him.
She wouldn't think about him, and she wouldn't think about last night...but everytime she closed her eyes she did, which would make her open her eyes, sit up in bed momentarily out of frustration then lay back down again.
This cycle repeated itself a few times until her door was suddenly opened and a furious chill washed into her room.
She was already sitting up, and it just so happened that the moment he stormed in, her gaze and his met midair.
