Angel's POV
The shadow excuse was perhaps my least creative one yet.
I was aware of this as I stood in Terrell's doorway delivering it - my words coming out like something that had been assembled quickly from available materials rather than constructed with care. A shadow under the door. The feeling of being hunted. The unresolved question of who had arranged the cliff.
All of these things were technically true.
None of them were the reason I was standing in his doorway at this hour in my sleeping robe, for the fourth night in a row.
After our first night together and how close I'd come to surrendering to this deep, raging desires within me, I'd insisted on sleeping in my room. But I'd returned that same night with a silly excuse of a nightmare.
Somehow I just discovered I couldn't sleep anymore without him by my side. And my body had suddenly started craving him with deep longing. I couldn't explain it, it just became worse after our ordeal on that cliff.
